nobody home

What do you do
when no one's home
when you're naked
your collared and you try to quit smoking






















you take a lover




and once a week
























you order two days of bliss
























let me tell you about last week's



















At 5 am i get up
6 am i drive to town
7 am i sit with my most wonderful women's group in quiet meditation
8.30 3 hours of money making, a job
i drop of recycling, run an odd errand and make some changes to a certain document
noon drive out to Carcross to meet an old friend
again all sorts of errands, hers, and we get to eat ice cream and chat on the beach
2 pm drive in blue skies and white snow over the mountain pass
3 pm we make love
4 pm we sail out of the harbor into the blue
5 pm under sail we make love
6 pm eating out; chai
7 pm a drive around to decide were we take pictures for this photo shoot
8 pm the order forgotten the feelings not; we make love, we play in the wood heated cedar hot tub, we dance and we laugh, was there red wine?, and yes he does tie me up, where i hang from the ceiling in bliss :)
and at some point we sleep
we sleep tightly entangled all night
when he wakes for a bit he kisses me
when i wake up for a bit i wonder how we can actually sleep pressed into each other so tight
6 am we make love and we rise
7 am photo shoot (note the bags under my eyes :)
8 am more of the same, the thing we love most
9 am i have to drive off
back to my town where i do work for 5 hours today
groceries and gas
ahhh and at 6 pm i get to go home.....
i fall in my bed,
and i am home.....
it's all part of my life that i love

because people do still read me here, thanks

the snow,
soft patches here and there
left over from a world all white
the hill now bare
purple crocuses
blooming out of nowhere
the weather mild today
suddenly and short
hail falls from the sky
the grouse are drumming
the birds are singing
and i ?
i slowly do undress
carefully put my feet
into the icy water
the glory of such moment
to do the things
you would not do
if that white had purpose in it self
the purple just to brighten up the hill
if hail can't fall so softly
the birds will always sing !
as long as we will do our thing !