it has recently occured to me that i have gotten this place to live, and it’s really pretty much all i have ever wanted all along. let’s look at it. i have my own little apartment. i live on the border of the bush. i live next to a creek. i look out my back door, or sit on my balcony and see a giant old gum tree and see lots of birds. i am one block away from a library. i am also one block away from a beautiful and special community garden. i got what i asked for. life is truly wonderful and i am so blessed.

Bubba in Shades

puss in boots

Most Strandloper communities did not persist in the face of demographic and economic changes occurring in southern and south-western Africa during the 19th and 20th centuries, and disappeared through assimilation.^[1] The only tribe still distinguishable from their assimilating neighborhood are the Topnaar of the southern Namib who in 2005 consisted of around 500 members, distributed over 12 small settlements along Kuiseb River in central Namibia.^[2] Although the other communities have disappeared, archaeological evidence of their existence remains in the form of middens containing seashells, pottery and the bones of whales and seals, as well as ash and charcoal.^[1]

(i found this on wiki).

was followed in itunes by golden brown by the stranglers, then living for the city by stevie wonder.

babanouk

i have been broken up with, making me everso sad, but we remain so so so close. so close that it almost confuses me as to the nature of our relationship. i love her so much, but not being lovers anymore makes a painful shadow in my heart. she is someone i have loved so much, and shown myself so much of – more than i had ever before maybe, and so i can’t see our lives escaping one another’s forever.

i have moved into my own place. it is a small unit. disability housing. completely new, on the edge of a gully, beside a creek. a giant tree stands outside my balcony. i am a block away from a community vegie garden, a library, a hospital, chemist, grocery store, berries ready for picking – everything. i am happy here. i have some conflict around my neighbours and their noise when they yell shit at me, but other than that, i am thankful for the safe housing i have.

travel is happening. i am looking at travelling to adelaide for a gathering of the tribe from NYE and will stay until the 24th. a and marg will meet me over there and we’ll travel back together. in february, a and i will head north to cat and house sit, and go bird watching for a month in lennox heads, a beautiful and sacred place. back to my dear sister the lake. to the creatures and friends i love up there. it will be a good time.

mikaya came to visit. it was so good. we sat on the couch and talked a lot. it was so good.

xep. wombats. stuff. happy things.

that is all for now. i give you all love.

I can only imagine how tedious it is for people who never drink to face this constant peer pressure and judgment. It’s tiresome constantly explaining why you’re not drinking in a culture that does little to embrace a booze-free lifestyle and much to encourage the polar opposite. When you opt out, you start to see the absurdity of alcohol propping up practically every social pastime we value.

- jill stark, high sobriety, april 10, 2011

in other news, my cat bought me a mouse tonight, and 1 frog. both were intact and unharmed. the mouse went over to the block next door to continue it’s life. the wee frog (which was about5cms in length) was let out the back door and jumped away happily. have i ever told you about the time we found a tiny baby bunny hiding under a chest of drawers in the library? seriously, the craziest things happen in the country.

goodnight!