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So I like my evil pirate captains naked-you got a problem with that?

The End.

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Throbbing or… What?! Stay tuned for the riveting conclusion of Zan’s Mud Date.

I love it when I’m working and clients just sort of melt into that dreamlike gap between sleeping and waking. Sometimes I’m tempted to lean in and whisper healing suggestions to their higher mind and tight little muscles. ‘Let go, let it release… No need to hold on so hard, baby, relax, you can heal safely, strong and flexible. Come on, yeah, there you go, purrrrrfect!’

It’s amazing how tightly people hold on with their muscles, without even realising they’re doing it. And completely awesome to feel them let go, relaxing into your hands and melting away the stress.

Love that shit.

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To be continued…

Wrote this little dribble in a letter to a friend.

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I came home today, laden with boxes of freshly-picked blueberries, to an unexpected disaster zone in my bedroom! My altar crushed beneath a small mountain of books, crystals and trinkets. The bookshelf nailed to the wall above had finally succumbed to the weighty wisdom of my collection of dharma books. Must’ve been some humonguous CRASH when that came down! Come to think of it though, if thirty-two dharma books fall on a shrine and no one is there to hear it…

I’d just been thinking recently that my shrine was looking dusty… I guess the dakinis thought so too! I must have had some merit amongst all that laziness though, ‘cuz they had mercy and only broke one small piece off of one of the many pretty glass, ceramic and crystal objects strewn helter skelter all over the floor.

So, today is all about blueberry delight and rearranging my room to make space for the sacred.

The blueberrification was entirely unexpected-this morning I took my car in to see Lope, my awesome new mechanic, a very friendly, articulate, expansive fellow. Sam was with me and we soon found ourselves gifted with a bag of blueberries and fresh blueberry watermelon smoothies as he told us all about this amazing U Pic blueberry farm he’d discovered out in Shohomish. Then it turned out, his wife wanted to go out there and load up again, so we joined forces and off we went!

It was so luscious-the plants were loaded with gorgeous, freshly rain-washed, immense berries and we bought a three dollar honey bear(from the hives overlooking the blueberry meadow) to go with. On the way home, I couldn’t resist popping by our local Javasti(crepe an’ coffee cafe) and having them crepe up some of our berries for lunch.

Mmmmmm…….

The nicely chatty farmer couple also gave us a stack o’ recipes for our eighteen pounds of fatties.

Blueberry crumble bar time!

Raven, you’re amazing! What an awesome thing to do when beset by construction. Check out the article.

And do go(despite the construction-or now perhaps to gawp at the beflowered bulldozers-er, I mean ‘vibratory rollers’) see her gorgeous erotic gallery, attend her excellent workshops and buy her unique, healthy sex toys.

You might even see some of my very own paintings on the walls.

I had a wonderful sunday afternoon rehearsing a performance(and laying about tossin’ life around in all it’s angst and joy) with my new friend Susan. She’s the amazing singer who ululates with the EQlateral Trio.

We’re going to do a piece where I paint her while she sings and they play. I’m SO excited… Gives me shivers just thinking about it!

Pics, pics, pics!