so many . . .
Some movies that I’ve not yet tired of watching again and again . . .
Sirens
Smoke Signals
Harvey
Harold and Maude
Amadeus
Scotland PA
Tempest (Mazursky’s)
The Wicker Man (Robin Hardy’s)
Waking Ned Divine
Jackie Brown
Edward Scissorhands
Fargo
What the Bleep Do We Know
Unforgiven
The Triplets of Belleville
GoodFellas
Fried Green Tomatoes
Dogma
Stand by Me
Apollo 13
Priscilla Queen of the Desert
I am a Sex Addict
Mary Poppins
. . . and this is just the tip of this particular (or is that peculiar?) iceberg.
Television
so very little . . .
Books
stacks and stacks . . .
here are just a few books that I've not yet tired of . . .
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
Six of One by Rita Mae Brown (among others)
The Silver series and others by Annie Kelleher:
. . . and I'll give most any herbal or wild food book a read, and on and on and on . . .
And then some.
About me: I am what I am. The one constant is that I am forever changing . . changing . . . changing. This is the nature of my world ~ and yours.
I am called rose, herbalist, healer and priestess of the wild (among other things). I live, practice and teach green wisdom ~ as much as I am privy to, that is. The green world is an integral part of my life. I grow, eat, drink, carry, burn . . . experience herbs that challenge, teach and support me. I seek green wisdom that sustains and nourishes me ~ all of me ~ as well as all life that I share this world with. As a healer I strive to nurture the dynamics of harmony, balance, accountability and empowerment in myself and in those I work and play with. As priestess (and wild woman), I strive to weave together all these aspects of my world so that I might share a thread or two with you. I am truly blessed to be such a servant.
So ~ Get out there and take a big ol' bite outta life! Drum, dance, chant, be wild, pray, play, create, meditate, express, learn, share, be still, move, risk, stretch, challenge, relax, rejoice, work hard, rest easy, laugh, cry, be, make love!
Ashe. Ashe.
::laughs:: I know really. it's a yorkie, chawowwow (yeah that's not spelled right) mix. and that tiny little ankle bitter (not literally) dust mop captured me with her damn ugly cuteness! :)
The kitty we fed better chedders off the plate and then he crawed into it so he could get to the potatoe salid gobbers on the other side of the plate. I almost came home with him in my personal item. haha
