end of summer

We had rain in the San Gabriel Valley yesterday! And right before the Labor Day Weekend, what timing. I have been feeling rather quiet these days...feels like I don't have much to say. Preoccupation with work and basking in my days off/looking for more work, personal projects and putzing around helping others with projects is what I mostly find myself doing. I've really gone into hermit mode otherwise - evaluating what's important to me, people to make an effort with and who to just let go, treating people things everything right, enriching my mind and body and just keeping clear of poison. Three old friends I have recently been in contact with all asked me a question along the lines of "So what are your goals/what do you want/where are you headed?" I mostly know what I want, am half-certain of the means of getting there, but am cognizant that I can't be in complete control of everything. So I guess I am saying for myself, make sure you put in a hell of a lot of effort in everything you do, but let yourself breathe a little, roll with the tide.

until next time

This was a week ago! I got to see A for a few fleeting hours, hiking 'backwards' up a trail at Chantry Flat. Plumcots were shared along the way, and A spotted an enormous rattlesnake in a creek that got upset at us as we curiously admired it. He gathered some white sage to bundle up later, and soon after we parted ways. It was so great to see you again, as always.

objects received

Don't ever drink and draw, kids. Just kidding! I highly recommend it. These are some love tokens that have come across my way, that I cherish and/or consumed right away.

1. Un-cracked geodes
2. A ripe mango
3. A bottle of carefully collected sand

Colored pencils & ink on scraps of paper I found at the paper cutter,

duodecim x II

drawn by A.M. Williamson

Good things happening, slowly. also, I'm two dozen years old now.

hello again

I like looking at you with sleepy eyes, when the day is ending, and when it is barely beginning.

color miscellany

Some kind of wonderful dried up plant that I've seen while hiking at Eaton.

The fig harvest from Andy's grandma's fig tree!

Beautiful greeny-white tiny flowers from some other hike a few months ago.

The old Norms on Valley Blvd. that has been slowly stripped of its identity...

Here are some miscellaneous pretty things with vibrant colors that I find myself looking at every now and again...!

lysergy

Sister and I spent a good chunk of Saturday exploring the quieter areas of Eaton Canyon, listening to every sound and quietly forming thoughts and expressing them to each other. In the morning we saw deer! First I thought there were only two, but then three, four, five, maybe six all followed the first up their footpath, and they regarded us without fear; the littlest/youngest one(s) being the only ones to stop and stare. I loved hearing the sounds of the earth, and being there from the chilly morning to the dry heat of the afternoon, feeling the terrain transform, elevated and differentiated the experience from the other visits I had made to this site.