Womanifesto

for 2011


Self-love and forgiveness. Regardless. Dance. Dancing. Community. Trust and intimacy. Welcome shadow self both angry and vulnerable. No and yes. Creatrix. Art. True and real. Seeking nurturing. Leaving drama. Transforming. Recognizing moments. Letting go. All is well. It is safe for me to be myself. I love myself.

Oliver's Travels in the Year 2010

At the farm...


In the family room at the farm




for christmas 2009, the fam came to visit us!




Sarah B and O in the morning




With the visiting friends on the swing







taking a break as walk the land with Denise




getting ready in the morning for the farm work




sleepover in Erynn's bed


 




dia de los muertos and the jumpy house

backyard sunset

driveway to the farmhouse

around ventura county....



getting ready to fly



hiking around with friends in Santa Paula



beach day with the farm friends

  around l.a. with friends...

with grace

with bella



with beloved peanut



and all kinds of silliness...

time to brush his teeth

we've come so far; it feels so real

a bit early, i know

i've been listening to rufus sing this all day

this year's christmas song....

a thing called a phd; the moon within

geezzz....this phd thing is something.  every program out there will be different of course, but mine in particular is a doozy.  the goal? integration. does that seem like no big deal? well, not for me.

my head has been in control or at least thinking it's in control for far too long. it's like i'm saying: hey heart! hey body! let's get together. and my classes and teachers and classmates are part of the process.

classrooms in the woods, papers on my motherline, soul journeys....don't get me wrong; i am thankful.

but, it's just so painful.

Autumn Travels in the Bay Area



fotografia of me and one of my favorite buildings near Chinatown by Carolina
(who I met in Guanajuato no less)

 
I travel for school these days.  I explore. I romp around the streets of San Fran, Berkeley, Oakland, Alameda, and thensome.



Vesuvio Bar next to City Lights Books

 I visit the old literary haunts.

Half Moon Bay

I go on adventures with friends to places I've been meaning to go to for so long.


A class picture

 I enjoy the company of my classmates.

Dia de los Muertos, The Mission

Overall, this gypsy life style is intense.  I wonder if I'm too old for it, too old for the sleep overs at friends, too old for carrying everything on my back, and too old for new explorations.  Then I wonder if it's just a "this American life" dream that makes me feel so tired.  Then I wonder if part of me just lingers behind with my grandpa.  Last, I wonder if I just need some sleep at the end of so much romping about.