rynomari fyn gula i drove home in a thunderstorm and cried thinking of you. of rynomari. i remembered high school. you, the girl from west virginia. the late bloomer of senior year. every gazing boy wanted you. you liked my face. my hut in the woods. my poetry. you were the most beautiful girl i ever saw. we celebrate what we are, what we have. what we will be. the creation that is us. two into one. 020601 ... fyn gula she told me that you know you are a writer when you realize you have two lives. the one you lead. the one you write about. rynomari is both. 030123 ... fyn gula tonight is rynomari unbridled. our last night before we leave for lyon. we will spend the day in the town and we will end in the country. we will be free to cast one shadow. 030621 ... shadow le crowl say goodbye to rillian. it will be a while until you see him again. but when you do, it will be in rynomari, the homeland. she is calling her son back. she needs him to rescue geben. 030922 ... crOwl rescue geben? interesting. where is geben now? perhaps she is hannah. 040514 ... crOwl 25 050628 ... crOwl 26 years of marriage celebrated today... kathy called me about 73o am. i was already well into a job of putting a stone base on someone's fire pit for their big party saturday night. we tugged on each other. i could feel it. i swear...this girl has never stopped being my true love. even after all this adventure.... 060531 ... birdmad cool... congrats had i a hat, i'd tip it to the both of you let my imaginary self do this in your mind as it raises a glass of something good in a toast oyasumi nasai 060531 ... crOwl thanks, birdmad...much appreciated. 060601 ... oh what can i say? 27 years on may 31. 070611 ... np same anniversary as my parents', 2 years behind you - 070612 ... very cool 070612 ... crOwl it makes me feel so good... 071007 ... crOwl 2+3=5 five...watership down's fiver. 5 is rynomari's number, when you put scoops of mate' in the teapot, it should be five... what are the five? five what? five members of the family. the immediate circle. cuckoo... we are gypsies under the pleasant rule of the queen of england. we are much less and more. we have salt air in our lungs, dirt under our fingers, and ice in our veins, sometimes. we have love dripping from bleeding hearts. what the fuck do i know? 071025 ... cr0wl still this...unfailing. photograph? film still? statue? suspension? all this. steadfast. 090202 ... cr0wl we sat side by side on wooden stools at a small bar at seven springs, with the stanley cup game raging behind us, drinking wine and chatting not so much about the past, but moreso the now, even the peculiarity of the people around us. and i think that has always been the reason we can perpetuate this life we share...we've always been fascinated and interested in what each other has to say. add that up moment by moment, experience by experience, image by image, memory by memory, and what do you get? today=29 years 090531 ... PeeT "flowers are growing like crazy in rynomari." ~from the chalkboard in the robin_hill farmhouse bathroom. we celebrated year 32 today. our first born daughter beth made dinner for us, at her house. she does culinary ballet. we sipped champagne and an oregon pinot, gobbling up arugula salad, hanger steak, gnocchi, and frozen pudding. we kissed on the sidewalk and talked about how she snubbed me for prom but then called me a year later just when i wrote her a letter but didn't yet receive the letter. the child caring for the parents. i will never forget when i saw her take her first breath. now she is filing my life with another kind of oxygen. 120531 ... log burning fire i was off today. i had the rare chance to watch kathy at work from her home, "office." i'm so proud of herwe hung out, drank yerba mate, listened to radiohead, she got orders, counseled people on health issues over the phone, we had visions, dreamed dreams, talked about first memories. i planned a date with my oldest daughter for later. 130130 what's it to you? who go blather from