|Spartacus looking about as concerned as he was in my driverless dream.|
That driverless car dream is a perfect metaphor for how life's been feeling recently: kinda crazy and a little out of control. Where to begin?
|My house, my albatross. But, hey, the yard looks great!|
|Chester & I helped rescue this bird yesterday. I need such luck!|
|Lunch with Naureen turned out to be more than just soup and nuts.|
|Everyone's much happier when I'm minding my own business.|
|Nick & Rory, in their element.|
I'll leave you with their latest song, "Asklepieion Hiss." This is the first time Rory's composed music around lyrics. The lyrics are actually a poem that my ex-husband--Nick and Rory's father--wrote. In the poem, he's imploring Asklepius, the ancient Greek god of medicine, to heal his sons' cystic fibrosis. It's absolutely beautiful. I hope you'll have a listen, and maybe even find yourself lost in tune.
Prayer to the Solar Storm
by Jim Landt
Awake, awake my golden snake
Coiled tight, deep sleeping in my Soul
Let in thy light, with healing bite
To airtight pathways clogged with coal
Awake and kiss, asklepieion hiss
Thy strike breeds fear in submerged swarms
Connect above, Apollo's love
Streaming down to cleanse my forms
Speak truth to right my Earthqueen's blight.
Bring order to my chaos deep.
Thy photon spray and cosmic ray
Yield healing dreams in each night's sleep.