wending our way

"Oh friends, I truly love to hear your voices, rising up in radiant song.
Though through the years, we all have made our separate choices, we've ended here we we belong.
So walk with me and we will see the mystery revealed, 
when one day we wend our way up to the farthest field."

where do I go now?

"Well I ain't got much money and I ain't got much time, but I think I'll be just fine tonight.
I got chickory root and dandelion greens, and although they are bitter, they are just what I need.
I got gardens above me and gardens below me and gardens in front of me and gardens inside of me, Oh where do I go now, where do I go, where do I go now?"

the way it is now

We used to dream in starch white paper - un-creased or crinkled until our words formed perfect designs on the smooth surface.

Not today.

Today we act. Today we write scratchy sentences on handmade Nepali paper and tear them out since impermanence is our hallelujah tune.

black lines crossed and dipping and in the creative nonsense we realize this the only way to be.



We are psychedelic and tattered with love juicing out from all seams!