a chinese guy stops each time to talk to copp and beams. we communicate, he says. copp stands on spider bridge watching him go.

book group is the only group i belong to because i am the ruler.

three sirens sing copp's praises on the neighbor platform but copp is casual because their dog is putting out some get thee hence vibrations.  it took 45 minutes to load these pixies and one failed.

i never got the sack though i was deserving. i sacked them.

joy in the limbs.

my love hovers.

reverence for an older tree.

i was bleary and unready and i shut the cut finger in the door.

book group on the childrens' life of the bee.

we were talking about spirit and dubious practitioners and i've been hit by that, but once in a great while, maybe a life, a one comes along who is a real healer, but truly there are multitudes of charlatans in a cult of profits.

i went to return barney's key. i have the whistle that was his symbol. i remember when i learned that he couldn't hear it, and he began looking for me knowing he couldn't hear me. he almost always found me. sometimes he stood looking lost and i'd go find him. he was a nervous dog with a great spirit, a light of the earth. i told ray that he connected us and we cried in gladness and pain.