songs of seeking: 30th january

when i cannot write, i wander.  when i cannot wander, i sing.

some of these songs i record onto mabel via dinky ipod headphone speakers…but then, who cares?  not buster, not the gorse, not the sea birds or the goats or the rain…

respectfully covered/only slightly altered from an original and perfect song by lily & madeleine

snippets…

united airlines wins big points for their bunnum-friendly policies.  AND their incredibly bunnum-friendly flight attendants...

united airlines wins big points for their bunnum-friendly policies. AND their incredibly bunnum-friendly flight attendants…

busty did great on the ferry, despite 40 hours of traveling and 18-foot swells in what was casually described as 'not the best galestorm in which to head out'

busty did great on the ferry, despite 40 hours of traveling and 18-foot swells in what was casually described as ‘not the best galestorm in which to head out’. melinda did… less well.

the view from our little corner of the island...

the view from our little corner of the island…

grumpy bun on ancient wall....

grumpy bun on ancient wall….

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irish signage.

moot irish signage.

Introductions

Hi there, folks.  Melinda here, aka ‘Buster’s mummytins’ or ‘the bunny lady’. After having been stateside for three years I am leaving my beloved California and hitting the road to spend some quiet, intense, healing time with myself and my work and my thoughts.  And my rabbit, Buster Rosy, aka Busty, Busta-Rhyme, Fluff-Muffin, or Doofus-Face (depending on who’s speaking).  We are relocating semi-permanently to the Old Country while we try and figure life out.  We’re starting in Ireland, where I will be acting as a caprine midwife and helping goats have bebes throughout Spring.  Then we’ll be in Germany, where I’ll shift from ruminants to humans for a much-anticipated Leo birth in Summer. And come Autumn, we’ll be on the shores of Boka Kotorska in Montenegro, where my family’s name still lives and where I will be grounding out and making a home for the near future. Throughout this I’ll be taking side trips:  to Paris, city of my heart.  To England, where my godmother lives in Faerietale Land.  To Greece with a dear friend for sunning in swimsuits. To Iceland for the Northern Lights. Buster is coming along for the ride, trusting soul that he is, and rather than read about my adventures, which I fear will be quite tedious, I offer you Buster’s.  Europe through the eyes of a lop-eared doofus-face. Thanks for stopping by… and do please drop us a line if you are so inclined!