Eclipse and Solstice

Full moon, ecliptic lunar, rich merlot, and a dark solstice.

Couldn't have run into a more magical night.

Happy Solstice!

An Ode to Love

True blue.

I only have eyes for you.

Ten years, five babies. Weed, whiskey, and slayer; Down with a southern boy.

An eco-village, a few pipe dreams, a quest for the past, the primitive ways.

Furniture.

North Beach and a cliff house. Vegan.

Feeding off of moon-lite nights and treading on sand. Machine Head and babies in baskets. I street and the Red Vic. Dreadhead, Brother Jay, that class together. Commi Ben and all of your other homeless friends. Walking away together, breakfasts and the studio.

Gautama, Malcolm X, and the way Johnny Got His Gun. The bookstores, SF, a true anarchists plan. Zendik, Enota, Deadwood Oregon. The Evil Dead bridge.

Dracula 2000, gross, why did we go? The stage, Land Park, and that mid-summer night's dream.

Incense and ash. The bluest god we know. His third eye. Varanasi, Baphomet, and calling down the moon.

Our days before the boys and that little girl. Ten years ago.

An oath. Under a star, the moon, and ocean. The meditation cliff.

Gita, sand, hemp. Rudraksha.

Sealed. Ten years ago.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

♥

I could only find this song live.
Anyway, enjoy...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=122vEPXielk

A Star for Haile

A Big Day for a Little Dude!

I couldn't have more fun with any other boy. You little Mahatma.

Your havavy house, I'd come over any day!

You're a big bother to two. You've come a long way to be with us.

You little man of many costumes. The cutest turtle tot.

It's hard to let you grow up, you're way too much fun this way.

Easy breezy baby.

War Machines and Men of Iron, your world is full of so many warriors.

Somedays, I don't understand a word that you say.

May your world be forever filled with animated play.

Cherished five years.

Happy Birthday Mahatma Judah!

A Hat for Haile

Within the few spare moments I've had recently,

I've played with colors not so common to me.

A hat for Haile.

Life with a baby girl.

Welcome Nalini

In the middle of the night, someone else was with us. Govi and I sleeping together, as always, but this night, someone else was in the room. Some sort of shrieking and bitter scream, a giant's footsteps, a blow to the head, and the collapse that made time feel final. A strange, sudden moment of darkness. And then, Aaron screaming in my ear, "Stay with me, Arch." My numb lips asking him to stop. Children. Judah, jumping up and down, frantically yelling. Four sets of terrified eyes upon me. Dizziness and drool and barf and sirens. Medics. A bunch of them huddled around me, most of them useless, asking me all sorts of necessary questions. I could barely recollect my own name as the questions came. Large boots and swift footsteps carried me away as I laid strapped to a board, carelessly duck-tapped. I felt the night's chill reaching for my toes, my legs felt frigid, as I realized that half of my body was entirely soaked. Drenched. And I knew that something strange had happened, in the middle of the night, and that I would labor soon. And I realized that Haile would not be born at home. And I slept.

IV's, antibiotics, and some other weird shit that made my tongue feel as though it might slip right out of my mouth. And bags and bags and bags of blood. I felt like a vampire.

Dr. Leon. All that I remember are his dark evil eyebrows, inducing my labor only to kick me out of his hospital. Thank the gods that Tosi stayed with us through out all of this. Another ambulance ride. It felt like Nicholas Cage was driving and I was on my way to Hell.

It wasn't as bad as I had imagined. The birth, wild and magnificent, was as I had dreamed it would be and, fortunately, I was able to remember every movement, mine and hers. Until the moment when I held her tiny body against my chest, did I realize that six sets of arms were waiting to whisk her away from me. And the nightmare became my reality again.

Eleven days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit for a baby that didn't exactly need to stay so long. Laissez faire doctors, stubborn 'know it all' nurses, my rage and helpless bitterness, and all the while, a little lady's very first days upon this planet.

Certainly, our bravest little star yet.
She rumbled her way unto Earth, waking up her momma,
and setting a striking presence right away.

Our wee little beauty.
Her brothers waited so patiently to have her at home.
And when she finally made her way here, they loved her so deeply.

An overwhelming pregnancy, a sudden awakening, her hurried hello.
We called her Haile, at first, she is nothing we've ever known before.
A delicate little gift, the Universe does answer all prayers, and our tiniest beam of light.
Welcome to Tribe littlest one.

A Little Lion turns Seven!

Birthday Wishes

Born under Jah's blessed light, he's simply the softest baby I've yet to know. Sahaj Jahson Sharma, his ember puppy-dog eyes, irresistibly luscious lashes, each blink allowing fireflies to roam.

Born on one of the sunniest days of the year, our first home-birth, Sahaj means natural. He's yogic, ayurvedic, and kind. He lets me put beads and braids in his dreadlock trend.

Stung by so many bees, he never wishes them harm. He is one that truly lives, faithful and hopeful. Pure and wise.

A lover of creature: amphibian, that big dolphin, the ones that are brilliant with wings, and especially, those prehistoric guys.

Easily a favorite. The best-est friend to have. Speckled fairies grant him gifts, wicked gnomies steal his many treasures.

Wishing the happiest birthday to my liOn-heart...Tribe would be nothing without you.

Seven years ago today. Sunshine will never allow a brighter gift, happy birthday my darling son.