What Happens When You Jump

Summer 2008
As the afternoon’s wonderous thunderstorm was conjuring herself, I went and picked a leaf from a tree behind my bungalow. The fruit on this tree looks like strange hands with bright yellow meandering fingers. The leaves smell like the very best of the lemon verbena smell in Froot Loops. I’m infusing some tea now. [...]

September, 2008
I am here now. My hands are cold and my windows are open. I keep taking the sheets on and off the line as the rain starts and stops. Will they be wet until November?
I went to get water at the Spring. There were two large green leaves laying under where the water poured [...]

Sept 17, 2008
I want to live with nature and in harmony and not use too much and be strong enough to withstand changing weather conditions. I want to be like a cave woman and forage and make fire and cord, carry water, grind grain.
And I’m in this bungalow in the mountains that is not built [...]