“Lark” is a word that appears many places in our world. From being part of my name (of course!) to Shakespeare’s writings, and on to -as I just found out- a new restaurant opening up in Boulder (Larkburger).
It has always held special meaning for me, and I try and keep that meaning and spirit in mind as I live my life. Let me explain. Shakespeare, as I mentioned before, writes larks into many of his plays including Midsummer Night’s Dream and Romeo and Juliet where they melodiously greet the day, …

I’ve got this great gig as a human for awhile. It’s been really fun so far, and I think I’ll stick with it for a few more years at least. Nakedness is intoxicating, and so are grapefruits with sugar in the morning. I do miss etherial living, but backflips and handstands are not a bad trade. I know Earth is not my final destination, but it has taught me a lot so far, and I hope I can give its inhabitants some good tools to work with before I depart.

I wonder if this unfettered rambling will give you a clue to who I am, or would you rather know something of my physical form? I happen to think that just confuses the world, and gets in the way of discovering who we really are… and yet, I love being confused, it is such a wonderful pastime.
I wear a fleece when it’s warm, but only if I’m chilled, usually blue, but other colors seem fitting on occasion. A shower curtain works under the right circumstances, but remember to bring enough …