Hello Kitty!

1. Big river willow
2. Driveway entrances, both
3. Take out wire fence

It was in the high 30° with an ice wind blowing in from the coast below... I needed a warm body to bring the feeling back. I was numb to the touch and couldn't feel my own fingers as they grazed my body.

I can never decide if I were an animal would I be a horse, or a cat? Perhaps a mountain lion... Once I was walking through my favorite woods, very very stoned, like too many weed brownies, paired with an open imagination... I sat on a fallen log over a rushing creek and closed my eyes as I was overwhelmed by the richness of my natural habitat. Upon closing them, a terrible vicson came to me.. A demon on all fours with twisted horns, salivating fangs and narrow red eyes was leaping from boulder to boulder, quickly coming at me. I opened my eyes! It wasn't there.. I closed them, and he was there again beginning the bound his final leap to reach me, claws jutting out of the knuckles of his decrepit pale green hands. I snapped my eyes open just as his fans were sinking into my neck and in that moment I had a fleeting thought that I had tuned to a frequency on which I was interpreting vibrational energy into something evil coming to devour me. I snapped to a frequency where fear was nonexistent and completely lost meaning for at least 6 months. During this time Music was just noise. Food was bland and an obligatory decision to consume what I must. I couldn't write except for dry scientific theories from a third person perspective and whenever I spoke to let people everything but their face turned to a static darkness. This often caused me to pass out while talking to people. I started searching for circumstances that could bring forth some emotion from me. I hiked at night in places mountain lions had recently been spotted. I dated dangerous people. But nothing scared me and I always felt in control. Which became boring pretty immediately, if you cab take some time to imagine.
  Then... there was Lana Del Rey, and somehow the lyrics mixed with her tones told a story I could hear, and tuned me back into a frequency which creativity was once again my reality. However, I no longer feared closing my eyes in the shower, standing beside my bed, ankles ripe for the grabbing. I enjoyed my night hikes, and imagined myself to BE a mountain lion. I breathed like a mountain lion, walked like one, stalked like one (but I did not attack and eat deer mind you) and I felt what it was to be the most powerful creature in the mountains. I still think of myself that way when someone comes at me like they think im going to be their prey, or when circumstances threaten to overwhelm me with hopelessness. I remember that time when I had no fears and how very boring life was. Contrast is a beautiful thing that helps us make decisions about who we are, what we want and clarifies the direction we must take to get there. Thank your fears for their guidance, but know that is all it's meant to be.