Jewel Kilcher: Upon moving into my van...

Joy. Pure joy. I am what I always wanted to grow up and be.

    Things are becoming more of a dream with each waking day.

    The heavy brows of daily life are becoming encrusted with glitter 

and the shaking finger of consequence is beginning to giggle.

    Grumpy old men have wings. Burns sport halos.

And everyday dullness has begun to breath, 

As I remember the incredible lightness of living.

My Thought: "SENSE OF LIVING"

I Wrote This: "THE NIPA HOUSE NIGHTMARE"