I bought this swedish ivy for five dollars at the thrift shop I’d bought my 15 dollar desk a couple of hours earlier. The papery, cardboardy pot it’s in doesn’t hold water well, so there’s more than the usual hauling out to the sink to soak it again. And it sits on the top shelf of a small shelf set, so I do not get this cool view from above. Still, 20 bucks for a desk and a far-out plant. Cool.
In a couple of hours I should be the owner of a new (to me) used guitar, a “Summer of Love” edition, which called my name on first sight. I took a few minutes yesterday to explain to my landlord/housemate that the appearance of a guitar will not lead to me slashing power chords and screaming “I Wanna be Your Dog” at midnight. No – I shared the story of nearly inexpressible kindness and the how of this lovely thing finding its way into my room, my intention to play through headphones or at a teeny volume, respecting him and his space and the neighbors living like eight feet away, and nevermind my quite early bedtimes, what with the 3am meditation thing.
This is my brain on magic:
from a mountain bench 
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