Your silence is loud as sin and as colorful as fire.

You sleeping souls are where I can see you and all the magic is mine to give and you'll never know it because I'm just another crazy girl washing out the moon with my zinc washboard. Your silence is loud as sin and as colorful as fire.

Sending the menfolk back to the woods to forage some nettle and comfrey for me. Sending them with Culpepper's herbal for reference.

"fragile pod of gooey goodness" is not a food description that makes me hungry. I know many of you think of "gooey" as synonymous with "yummy"...to me it sounds viscous and icky.

"manscaping" is a really amusing expression and I must find occasion to use it!

I do not like reading, saying, or hearing the word "crud".

Family walk in the hills: identified hawthorn, elderberry (only two umbels for picking), comfrey, plantain (both narrow and broad leaved), two big black beetles, plump orb weaver, bright yellow crab spider, dragonflies, nettles, and a lot of shameful human litter.

String me up like Christmas lights with your hope and your best smile. Give me your armor, your buttonless foil, and your dented pride. I will hammer out the kinks and rub the shine back into your eye where the spark is bright as a bomb and keen as a politician on enemy lines.

How is it that Johnny Depp can put on blackened and gold teeth, look greasy, base his look on Kieth Richards, have grimy costumes on, and still be such a happy eyefull?

I don't freak out about all the little milestones in my kid's life. What freaks me out is to think that if I'm lucky, some day he's going to be a man. It's not weird to give birth to a baby but it freaks me out that he'...;s going to have facial hair (much like me!) and his sweat is going to smell manly. My baby.

illness, herbology, weird tiresome heat wave, nourishing food, anatomy, ignorance, love, poverty, words, revolving thoughts like swinging doors, and boots.

It suddenly comes in a flash and I don't see all the pieces, nor do I know how to start or to end, but I know what axis it all revolves around.

I was thinking about how much I loath religious evangelists but it then occured to me that we're all evangelists about something.

There is nothing like sitting down after long hard day of work and indulging in a tall glass of...water. (I'm so overwhelmed with relaxation and enjoyment I just might pop into a coma.)

There are just some things that should never be said out loud. I hope one day to learn what those things are.

No beer. No tonic and lime. There's nothing left to live for.

Take my hand, it's your only lifeboat.

It feels all glittery right now, like something good shining down that I can't see but my skin is coated with its voice of anticipatory joy and tingling with simple light.

I hate Hobbit hair. For now, and for always. And on everyone.

"Magic testicles" is Max's favorite new expression and had him laughing until his face turned red. I promise you all that we didn't introduce this expression to him.

I am the great compass for all things lost. Except for virtue. I can't help you there.

Watching the wasps multiply is mesmerizing. I wonder who's watching the humans thinking the same thing?

Sifu said: kids have no trouble letting loose, getting out of the box. Then we grow up and forget how to get out of it. But I told Sifu that I have never in my life gotten out of the box. (We're supposed to yell fiercely and I can't do it yet.)

Invitations to grow my penis are always so tempting, and yet I still hold back.

An epiphany is only the first step towards change. It's the moment you recognize how change needs to happen, but it isn't the change.

I don't know if I can write this for my blog. There seem to be some subjects that cannot be openly discussed. Subjects that we can never be truly honest about. It bothers me a lot. I do actually lose sleep over this.

Every time I read a poem by Pablo Neruda I fall in love completely. I need to get a complete volume of his works and stop running into him accidentally.