I remember the last time I moved to the Adirondaks (though a different area) it was right before when the pandemic hit. It was the right time to be hidden in the mountains considering what followed.

I think this time—too…. it is the right time to be in the mountains. I do have angels watching over me, it seems, I am blessed I got away when I did. Is this a recurring ancestral theme? My ancestors were constantly fleeing in search of safety and home. Super-vigilance is a hard won Darwinian instinct.  

was there ever someone who looked after me?so why should it be different; why should we believe that would ever change but maybe I don’t even care.so it’s really ok

the silence makes me nervous.

everything makes me nervous.

I love watching the sunset in the mountains 

I don’t remember writing that 

clarity comes.before dawn.we seek.any war of your defender of lust.sunflowersuponthegardnofdoom.bring me your bower ofroses.&blowLifebackinto me

I’m not much of a binger, I’ve never had the stamina for the excessive 

trip out of step