I almost went to Aussieland on a scientific expedition, but unfortunately it was canceled before materializing.

At this point in my life the prospect of making such a trip is highly improbable, but certainly not impossible. I actually have a sailboat I could try to sail down there.

I vaguely remember going on a sailing voyage with Jess once before. Must have been in a dream. All I can remember is that we fell off the edge of the earth!

I’m breathing better now. I’d love to give credit to the distant drumming of Sister Shaman for my better breathing but I think the steroids I’ve recently started on probably have more to do with it.

You let me steer that's why...made me chief deckhand or something...geeez...I am good for sails, and enginerooms...but don't hand me the helm!!!

can i quote you!???

Don't let her grab your tiller
lest you're ready for a thriller!

maybe the drums acted as a support too! positive energy never hurt anything!

Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that the drums had nothing to do with it, I merely suggested that the steriods probably had 'more' to do with it.

Drums are beautiful energy, I don't know of any who do not feel them, when someone plays, or a group plays.

Playing being the mood and flavour of the thread here...drums, pots, pans, lids, paints, kazoos,crayons, mud fights, food fights, fruit wrestling, steering boats astray off edges of the world, (it being flat and all)...

Donuts, and friendships, knitting and crotcheting, woven among it all....acceptance.

Energy of acceptance, (and swishy skirts)

Oh my!! When's the last time people played with plasticine and/or playdough?

How much fun is it?

My galfriend and I had this very grown up conversation whilst fiddling with this great moulding stuff....we are very unwell people! or really healthy people...we made so many interesting things, frangipanis, symbols, stars, and all these great abstracty type thingos...

I think we need a truck load in here...

Yesssssss playdough is much needed!!!! I loves to play in playdough and clay...very very therapuetic and inspiring!!

I just made giant flippy floppy red shoes!!!

They feel so cool, all squishy when you walk!!!

Dog thinks I'm nuts...but then what's new!!!

talking of nuts....

seem to be a lot of squrrels gathering them...

is winter coming...

or a full moon thingy....

*Flops on the playdough beanbag that doubles as shoes*

Phew!!!

I dunno but it's a jungle out there!!!

Someone pass me an alterboy, with a halfmoon please?

is that a moon half empty...

or a moon half full....

<---------Optimist, I like my moon half full...with a twist of alterboy..

I tell you these been bags are really squishy...

about the bean bags...

maybe they are filled with nuts....

by the way...

have you seen the alterboy...

Only in my dreams...last time I looked he was still preying..

What's the deal with the fruitcakes?

Surely we could move the nuts to one side, and just run around?

So few places here I feel at ease and now I only wander and meander among those places...here this dis organized philosophy...this place of light and love, of sisters and brothers, artists and poets, composers and jokers...this is my renewal my point of calmness..so much shared here, so much learned
so much comfort given and received...separate yet one ...my place of being and knowing, healing and loving


Now where's the playdough???

Dang hostage negotiations....

The clippers wouldn't play the game, and the hair ties went on revolt...

So off to the hairdressers for an hour of negotiations that rivalled NATO on their best behaviour...

I got Tinkerbell's 'do...as portrayed by Julie Roberts in Hook...

How does one make a quantum leap from a number 3 buzz cut to Tinkerbell?

And why do I think the Hairdresser won?

Ahh it could be worse..you could have no hair at all...

I think the tinkerbell look on your is absolutely suiting..you are very pixie-ish

walks in

looks around

slowly and reluctantly

turns and exits

saying

may much good come to you and yours