i dun just write like this, i talk like this, too.

the same words, the same demiobscurities, the same feeling, the same directness, rage, wonder, hope, fear, love, and doom.

so if yeh ever meet me, yeh'll not be surprised.

This journal, over the past 8 years, has been such a slice of me, that it's scary to think that reading it'll add a year or so to the time you actually know me, it's been said.

i think of this ev'ry once in a while, as i see new people & old come & go here, move in and around these words, and bump into each other, and it keeps me from editing myself,
editing as in keeping stuff out. i suppose my typing could use some editing ::laughs::

there is water in my life right now: moving me in oceans and currents, rain and even some fog...

Last week, before Lily came to Texas, i got a new tattoo to mark it.
No matter what else happens, i will remember this season, and it's songs, and how it feels to my skin... now a permanent part of me.




it rests just under my Ankh, on my right arm, radially opposite the rune of Tyr. Very appropriate to rest with my Life mark, opposite my mark of Honesty and Courage.

first new ink i've gotten since my 'UTEOTW' ( Until The End Of The World) tat in 2002, which was/is meant to remind me to not give up on love.

i cannae give up on love.
i am made of a million stories and songs, megiston in possibility with the right vessel; made to give, and challenge - and if i curl up and withdraw from either, then i've no business on this Earth.
i am of the sun, glorious shining on these oceans, waves making kaleidoscope promises on the bows of questing ships and languid mermaid thighs.
i am every promise of fire, and the thoughts that are born in the shadows made of.
and i cannae give up on love.

...and sometimes, i can be too much.

Austin-tatious.


James 2:18