From The Valkyries... - June 22, 2008

Like most people there's a part of me that reacts to Bunny's blog with, "I wish she didn't have to go through this" or "I hope she gets better." But when I feel the hope in entries like this one, I realize the voice is made genuine by trudging through the shitty places first.

I look at hope like a patch that needs a hole to fit over, without a proper place it just slides away because you never needed it in the first place. Maybe the hole, you could have ignored it and gone on only slightly incomplete. But to fix things you have to put a light to it; there you are naked, exposed, and weak until you finish fixing it.

Or maybe I just picture Bunny wearing a pair of paint stained, patched up overalls. Except its beautiful because every patch is where it belongs and the outfit lets her keep throwing spaghetti at the wall.

Beautiful bit of writing there, Bunny, that tidbit there, and true, except the "God" part but I, personally, when I see the word, just substitute "God" with the idea of god that is each one of us living beings in our respective existences. We're all our own god, I mean just life and living is "God." God as defined by whatever dogmatic religion claims his or her made-up name never has made a whippet of sense to me... anyway.

I haven't posted a comment-reply here to you on any of your blog entries for ages and ages, but all along I've been reading your writing on the regular. I check your site here almost every evening, eager to read your new material, enjoying every word, concept and portrayal of all the daily experiences & adventures you write down to share with everyone here. You're the fuckin' bomb and beyond, and then beyond, Bunny; I've instinctively understood and genuinely admired both your character and your talent for I guess around four years now.

Anyway - just thought I'd finally tell you these things out loud here, Bunny, instead of continuing to read everything and say nothing, because jesus, you deserve to know what your readers are getting from your creative output. I'm pretty much done with the whole being shy bullshit at this point, anyway, enough internet cowardice. What pointless self-fuckery, this perpetual hesitance to say what one wants to just say.

Your writing, Bunny, what you give out in this blog of yours, continues to inspire me in my own creative writing, and reading your postings keeps me comfortingly reminded that I'm not "the only one," that there really are a precious pocketful of people scattered around out there in the world with whom I can actually relate, and who I sense, without doubt, would relate quite the same way right the fuck back to me, should ever we happen in life to actually cross physical paths.

So, as they say, Love ya Bunny! I love your essayistic writing style, your unflinching candor, your self-baring honesty, your enormous heart, your energy, warmth, wisdom, creative genius, your frustration, anger, pugnacity, tenderness, and maybe most of all I love your love - all that love, all that unfiltered and uncontrollable real human love which you emanate out via everything you write, here, in this blog, about your life.

~ Snowblood

Paulo Coelho is great. The Warrior of the Light is fantastic - its the book equivalent of a teddy bear.
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Thankyou.

Thankyou.

www.welcomehome.org - the gathering will be in the mountains of Wyoming this year, If you ask around (ask the grungy younger dready hippies - not the clean yoga crystal buying ones) someone can tell you about it. Or, they may already be en route. I think you would jive with it: lots of hippies, gutterpunks, urban warriors, urban rejects, hobos, scientists, travelers, musicians, artists, beauty and crazy - all together and, it actually works. But, you have to use a slit latrine, heh. And all you haters of the alt just don't bother saying anything, especially if you have yet to experience a gathering of the rainbow family of living light...