currently
jillian rose
1.8.17
2:30am
the wind is full, but soft
like a parka sleeve smooshed up against the car window.
1.17
“good morning”, he said.
beneath his nose glistened like ice
in the cold sunshine.
shoveling layers
of glitter and crust.
this is how it must feel
to go for a hike through opal.
constant shimmering
movement, sunshine for fuel.
fuel | energy | consumption
_
As I sit near the butterflies, I see dry flakes flutter to the ground. Sol investigates each one. A wet nose and the assurance that they all smell the same. Others drip; those are different.
2.1
seeking help and guidance
a coyote 4 trees ahead
full tail, like a fox
wild Lila
sandstone coat
light tan and grey
full face, wolf-like
running south like the elk.
slower breathing, medicine
I need to pray but don’t know how
tell me what to do
because I want to go home
trickster
spirit
7.
2.8
last night
this morning
circles of light dancing on the beams above me.
wind
so much wind!
I watch a hawk
fly with it.
2.12
wax carving class at Boulder Metalsmithing Association
this is what I wanna dooooooo!
I flow when
I feel a connection
to a person
to a place
to a practice.
I flow in nature,
while creating
for fun
and sometimes
I don’t.
stopped short,
swept away
with the wind
and banter.
12.3
Cold weather's comin' in! A soft blanket of glittering snow's got the mountains like a winter-wonderland. But as we string our lights and sip warm brews, I can't help but think about the water protectors being attacked by water cannons in sub-zero temps at Standing Rock.
2.15
((source))
I saw writing
pictures
yellow
filled in by hand
a (page) full
fur back-lit by the sunshine
a black cloud
of smoke
dissipating
re-appearing
dissolving.
2.17.17
2.21
talking
on the inside.
from the soul
through the hands
not alone
it all appears so clear
an offering
a prayer
a talisman.
2.22
I’m outside and it’s rather chilly but inside just didn’t feel right. I thought I’d try a coffee shop, early to my acupuncture appointment. not enough time (time!) to drive to Boulder and back. A sewing machine, some sunshine, new tools. 1971
tools!
tools are so important.
I wanted to do it all with my hands. I wanted to feel it all.
veils thrown over
no more bandaids
take me to the roots
rainbow and covered in light
home.
sunshine on my back
I understand the cave
a balance of day and night
what you seek
resides in the
MIDDLE.
COFFEE SHOP
a pup sits
in the driver’s seat
black ears
white nose
awaiting triangles.
one spot,
left
one barks,
right
.
warm
alive
artificially lit
a gathering space
close-knit voices
I like
crochet
.
2.23.17
I do not know if it was you or me who found this space, the woodland floor, the clearing. maybe it was her – though, I could not say, for certain. (that) nothing is everything.
2.24
snowing
mighty
fluffy
spacious
flakes
blanketing
the forest
in white
deafness over blindness ((plz))
silence.
2.25
glimpses of a
herd through glass
warm + fuzzy feelings
sweepable snow + the snowball trees
as the drum’s beat quickened, I pulled myself out and started.
running along
a trail because
the clearing
also appeared
too close
and easy
to get to.
2.26
experimenting with mediums and medicines
(to get a good fit.)
_
a container, life force
re-create | persevere | dig
3.3
food restrictions
bite
I just want popcorn,
chocolate
beer
icecream
coffee
sugar cane!
mushies!
cereal
can you vape other plants?
something good for you
lavender?
rose hips
syrup
mmmm
I’d like to
MAKE THAT
3.4
the house smells like campfire smoke,
from the earthen basement
wafts the unmistakable scent
of mushrooms.
the wind carries a touch of
almond extract,
typically vanilla.
branching out
into the sunshine,
the clouds dissipate,
giving way to
vibrant BLUE.
3/9
smokable herbs!
MULLEIN | WHITE SAGE | LOBELIA | PEPPERMINT
like smoke
a cosmic snake
grow. shed. release.
the clouds are so rainbowy
around the sun
3.11
the snake
he moves like the water,
flowing through cavernous tunnels.
he has no arms
he hunts
and digests in his
own way
bitten with magic,
shed
+ hug
what’s in your heart.
3.17
can we pick and choose what to remember and what to forget?
and when we forget are they gone for good,
or trapped in another realm
to pick back up again?
3.18
the STARS flicker
swim, and float to the surface
4.1
It’s opened up again.
This soft light is beautiful.
Not necessarily warm
but soft
gentle | bright | calming | dreamy | ethereal
“I think a love seat would open it up more”
woke up happy and laughing
I just found
the blueprints
full circle
to where I’m
supposed to be.
4/3/17
what was your means of expressing yourself?
did you feel at home here? did you feel
spirit’s soft ecstasy, that shiver
when you danced?
were you also
restless?
I’m not sure about past lives, but
I’d like to know you,
about where you come from
and if you know
the old ways.
4.6.17
I want to curl up inside your
heart,
like a chipmunk.
moss and grass
knitted fibers
a rope to climb.
release
what I have stored
inside.