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Just Living

Today I got an email from someone that I haven't seen in over 10yrs. I actually have been searching for them online for some time. I emailed someone I thought might know them, and guess what? It was her!

In 1998 or so ABC PrimeTime contacted me because when I was 19 Diane Sawyer interviewed me because I was a street kid hanging out in Paranoia Park. I don't remember this ever happening even though its on tape and I have watched it several times.

Severn saved my life once. I was all twacked out in Las Vegas and really sick. She pulled some strings and got me a plane ticket home. I owe my life to many, but Severn Sandt and Randy Heide are the two I remember.


I start my pre apprenticeship classes on the 11th. I think I am going to be a heavy equipment operator or some sort of Green Building Tech. Not sure yet.

I finally got my driver license. That was particularly amazing to me.

I have been depressed often, still held back by the local bootblack community (fuck you Dylan, I did my best, and continue to do the right thing and you still treat me like shit) Passive-aggressive I know, but he wont take my calls or return my emails.

I continue to be thankful.

Tomorrow is solstice and I get to see iZuke, my son. The main reason I am alive today.

life IS good!

so much stuff going on.

Goblyn Coffee at the Star E Rose every sunday from 12-4pm

Looking for a job. Thinking of moving in with a friend.

Bootblacking again at monthly venues!

Friends who all smell oh so yummy.

Utopia by Brenden Perry

I feel greater then the sum of all my parts
A domestic beast with a hairy Heart's
Trapped within a walled suburbia

I found my taste is somewhat underground
Between the shadows and the cracks
I’m building my Utopia

I need to beak free from all that binds
That makes me old before my time
In this world of Dystopia

My love is like a bright guiding light
Shining in the darkness of the night
The star of my Utopia

In the motion of the sea
in the air that we breath
Can you feel me?

In the stars and in the trees
In the song of the bees
Can you hear me?

Caged, golden memories
Time has come to show your true feelings
I know it’s the only way to be
When the same old feelings come over me

I feel greater of all the sum of all my parts
A space jockey from a distant star marooned upon Dystopia

I found my taste is somewhat underground
Between the shadows and the cracks
I’m building my Utopia

In the motion of the sea
In the air that we breath
Can you feel me?

In the stars and in the trees
In the song of the bees
Can you hear me?

fire and water

Emerging waves of change.
Recognizings prayers and soul work manifestations.
Water and Fire together.
A new birth of self.

Home again

Well, it took me two days back till fall into the habit of waking up at noon.

After my time on Short Mountain I think I prefer getting up when the light is bright enough to wake me up.
It was over a month ago that I arrived, each night at Be's house a silent blessing.
The hundreds and thousands of chattering bugs in the forest, the Hoot Owl, with his many songs, not far up the ridge.

These are the sounds that lulled me to sleep for three weeks. Then I came to the Sanctuary and felt out the energy on each ridge deciding where to camp.

I wish I had photos to share. Sadley my cameras memeory card failed due to user error. That company doesn't make 'Smart Media' cards any more. Nor can you find them on the web except on Ebay with the disclaimer that the card might not actually work once its in my hands.

So I left it in the Goat Boutique with the warning that it only had 1 photo of memeory on it.
Maybe someone else will want to take the risk of cost and shipping.

My Gathering at Short Mountain was full of bold surprises on my part and also sweetness. Something that has been elusive in the past at other gatherings.

I learned how to milk a goat. Several people here in PDX have told me that when they
were kids they milked goats and some of my exicitment leaves me. And yet it is my experience and it quickens my heart somewhat to think of those goats and how I had to be careful of their social order least I be challenged to a duel.

I made friends in those rocky hills. I fell in love with the smaill farms and the twisty roads. Those chickens and their eggs each day. I saw lightening bugs for the first time in my life and also walked the ridge trails from farm to farm.

I think if I go back I will remember what it is to work hard and love much.

Looking for my Father/מחפשים את אבא שלי

Hello, I am looking for my father. He moved to Israel from the US about 8yrs ago with his partner, Anat Moses.
His name is Steven Thomas Hatfield. He used to work for Intel and helped build the Intel site there in or near Tel Aviv.

If you know of him or can get in touch with him, please send him the link to this post.
I just miss him and want to know if he is still alive.

Thank you
C.Roxanne Hatfield


על לפני 8yrs שלו עם שותף, ענת משה.
שמו הוא סטיבן תומס hatfield. הוא השתמש לפעול למען איטל ועזרו לבנות את שער אינטל שם או בסמוך תל אביב.
אם אתם יודעים אותו או לקבל בקשר עם אותו, נא לשלוח אותו הקשר הזה פוסט.
אני רק מפסידים אותו רוצה לדעת אם הוא עדיין בחיים.
תודה רבה לכם
סי. roxanne hatfield