twenty-one

I want to thank you for taking time out of your day to listen to me. crow is up to 21 "official" followers, aka readers. Most of you come from facebook and get an update of a new post and do not need to be all official-like, and others have come through blogs or searches and perhaps from the Circle of Moms.


Some of you I have known. Some of you I hope to get to know. I the meantime, I  do know you are here and I am grateful for the company. I have somebody to talk to, and somebody who is really, really, good at listening, and so accepting of my whims and wonderment.

I spend my days mostly in solitude. Sometimes in a meditative state of blissful nothingness and sometimes with a head full of ideas and thoughts as I work my little farm. I wish there was some sort of brain -                  cinematographer/biographer/photographer taking note of all that flows in and out of my noggin. For easy reference, perhaps a book. I have come up with some amazing art, stories, designs, theories, reflections and plans all in my head. From how to alleviate the poverty here in WV, to painting a portrait of Earl, to enhancing the sense of permaculture here on my little farm and everything in between..

I did not grow up here in WV. People here have stacks and stacks of family and friends living in this same area. A police officer once told me that people around here are very clan-ish. That is not the Klan with a K. I think he meant that people stay in their own circles and are very loyal to those within their circles.

I am a strange woman who "doesn't have an accent". I am seen walking my donkey and heard talking to my ducks. Pass by, and you will probably see me dirty and digging or just sitting on a log and looking toward the west. I do not belong to a church, which makes me somewhat suspect, as well it should. I am a stranger in an area where the people have the same surnames as those who first struck out in this area. With the exception of my children, I have no bloodlines here.

So I talk to you here, to my friends who listen so well, Speaking to you most nights, of my little triumphs, my hopes and dreams, and sometimes of my past. At the same time I talk to you, I talk to myself. The stuff that flows through my brain and spirit I believe does get recorded. Some here at crow, and the rest tucked away in my subconscious.

I write with abandon, (what you see is what you get}, depending on the day. I have nothing to lose. Which reminds me of Janis;

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

You see, you 21 followers (plus) are my very own Bobby McGee-s.

La da la la la, la da la la la la la
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah

I hope to make connections here in WV. I hope to have a bunch of Bobbies to share my tomatoes with and to drink wine and eat cheese and play with the goats. But if I don't, it will be of my own making.

For all of what I wrote tonight... is truly all in my mind.

~crow