I find myself the least interesting thing to write about. Weird. Maybe I will start slowly . Here is a teaser: I was born in Houston, Texas, married my true love, and moved to Austin, Texas, then to Fairbanks, Alaska, to Mitkof Island, Alaska, then to East Texas two hours east of Dallas. Two daughters, two grandsons. Worked as an apprentice in an art museum for about ten minutes, waitressed for about ten minutes, landscaped for a while, threw a little college in the mix, wrote for a smalltown newspaper for a while, canned salmon on the Tanana River, helped a couple of calves & a couple of foals get born, ate a couple of grizzly bears, got divorced, met a psychopath, got sick, had brain surgery, saw the light, and smiled because I could. S'it. And they all lived happily ever after. ( More on demand, lol) ~~~ Light Opera ( s'all light opera )

I am. Listening to O'Hearn. My goooood friend Chas gave me this CD, along with much that is ineffable: love, laughter, joy. It is a good CD. One thing Chas knows is music. He once managed and promoted bands. Oh, and movies; he knows movies. He ran a film society once. Smiles... and dogs; he knows dogs. And ART. And plants, and the value of good food, good company, and laughter. Did I mention laughter? I would have to say that Chas actually knows all the important stuff. But back to the music...Chas used to run a Mind Spa in which light and sound were used to create altered states of consciousness in people. Did anyone happen to read that post,"SOUND, INTENTION & GENETIC HEALING", over on Handles' blog, "Down at the Double Helix Shoe Store"? Quote: "Sound and light, or phonons and photons, establish a sophisticated communication network throughout the physical organism that extends into the bioenergy fields and back to the cellular and subcellular levels." Check it out ( http://doublehelix.blogstream.com/ ) Lots of implications there. Made me wonder when I last lay spread-eagled on the ground deep in clover, surrendered to sky, serenaded by the tiny sounds of the earth, cradled by subtle energies. Made me wonder why I walk each day, a willing captive, into the stacatto barrage of gross and violent energies. Bad vibes, never made good vibes happen. (Light Opera said that.)

Constantly Risking Absurdity
(a poem about writing/living )
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrachats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence

Calendula

My friends worry and they tell me
about it. They talk of the world
ending, of darkness and disaster.
I always listen gently, and then
say: No, it's not going to end. This
is only the beginning, as this book
is only a beginning.

- richard brautigan

(Brautigan, a great poet/person; do a search for more...)

"You humans, most of you, subscribe to this policy of an eye for an eye, a life for a life, which is known throughout the universe for its stupidity" ~~~Prot quote, from the movie, " K-PAX "

( If you have not seen this movie, DO! )

smiles... It's a LIGHT opera.