Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my room mate is broken bones- back, ribs, neck- today he is obsessed with lenny bruce and the john f kennedy assasination...i am here in the robe my son bought me- and it is raining outside the jungle window
art is laughing as usual or looking real serious..sometimes they are a wall of men. they seem like a unified body of testerone.- finally- i hang out with twin guys, like my father- a twin- some of us are filled and surrounded by twins-my friend has something with his ears- he hears ringing in the ear all the time-and well i hear- a bit more distinct type languages... like the minor bird nudging me to get on with it...
i am already so jungle mama- that driving and dressing up are far away from where i stay- phones dont work here... i just wanna hike and swim...i was once broken.... now i help others to come back...

life can be so interesting when we pay attention the smallest details that paint the world we live in, you have a knack for capturing scenes in a unconventional way that makes ordinary things often, seem fresh....can't go wrong with swimming and hiking..................and helping.....

hiking is a commitment- ya gotta have staminia foods= so my little day pack invsestment yesterday is the beginning-two years ago i couldnt stand up for two hours- now i going on a 12 mile hike - my favoitre=

i thrive on reading what you post- been rather introspective lately-thank you