Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the telephone says california is calling- my son is on the other end- he tells me-he has a year sober- i try to act like a 'normal mom' but i guess there isnt much hope of that really happening- but i see his eyes in my soul- he has a way of letting me know what i need to see- maybe not what i want to see- certainly all that white picket fence dreams melted off a while back-but the boys went on- and they found their way-brillant creative souls= yes that was the muse, the inspiration - to live love and heal- it came from that desire- to love to be better- to grw to change- that was all i could offer them- AA----- asober mom- having been to to Africa and be on the beaches of Badagry-all of us like a big family= micheal angelo was born in ITALY- and we ate italian food together with Gino and a whole bunch of italians-and those two boys and i were rolling around the planet- building homes in venice California and then Kauai- and now = back in oregon after the buffalo farm, after the BLUE PERIOD= the injured period- and the repaired grounded version-
of mom- building lodges and sun dancing- praying hard that these very dreams would come true= and they have and they do-THERE WAS SO MUCH MORE I WANTED TO SAY - which is how i end up here.
like a bar i come here for a drink of water-for something that will quench that insatiable need-the need to connect with others that are like minded- BOTTOMS UP

Drinks on the house !

ten-four-I'll drink to that!
good write, thank you

>>>pardon the ramble>>>
all my mother ever wanted for her children was to be happy, to be grateful to have been born.

birds of a feather flocking together, spring has sprung.

for real- from the geodesic domes of the hog farm to the beaches of africa- baby-i drank with some pretty interesting folks- but it almost ate me alive- a monster that knows no satisfaction- it took me a piece at a time- until i fought back and yo baby0= THE DISEASE dIDNT EAT US ALL UP-