treasure. pure treasure. i am astounded that i have free access to this level of ArT.

Welcome.

you have landed at the Drubose (®Pak) Triangle.

Please leave your well-worn grooves of day-to-day consciousness at the door.
Once you have entered, you are under a strange force that compells you to think in a whole new and well...:::stranger:::... way. You are suddenly connected to the pulse of all that lies beneath, and in a very clear way that you may have never experienced before.

The wind is rushing in your hair, yet you notice that time has stopped- all is silent- and it allows you to really smell, taste, see, and feel more of what goes on around you. And you laugh. Because laughter is the elevator music here in the Drubose Triangle. The morphing postage stamp sized mandala wallpaper has you transfixed. Suddenly everything becomes larger than you. Yes, it is very much like a 3D Alice in Wonderland. Yet this Alice has Complex High Holy Dancing Rituals to the Yellow Cosmic Sun and travels with a dog named Henry and wears red fur.

Welcome.

Welcome to Fraulein Druline's Mind.
Be careful.
You may never want to leave.

For a long time, I have pondered the idea that Dru is both the most intelligent and the wittiest person on tribe.

It occurred to me months ago, and I've been tossing it through the vacant space between my ears ever since. I know she is eloquent and (it seems) quite well-read. She expresses herself clearly, and also includes humour in her observations of the world around her and within her. Her writing has a devilish twinkle in it's eye - and until that moment, it had not occurred to me that writing had eyes in the first place.

I could have been found juggling and shaking this idea around in my skull for all eternity (single-minded as I am), had she not posted this: people.tribe.net/drusilla/...5cf5013ee6

Whereupon my knees buckled and I fell headfirst in love ~ and she didn't even know that dead dollies do that to me.

just this very evening, in reading dru's latest blog entry to my darlin', he commented to me, "if i had been drinking something as you read that, i would have liquid coming out my nose."

and that about sums it up, as far as dru goes.

we are now listening to 'billy jean', full volume, in her honor.

it sounds goooooooood.

gives great gaida!

OK, So now that I found the testimonials, Lets try this again.

My dear friend Dru, How can I start... Let me count the ways.

My eye in the the vast storm which is the human condition. I can always count on her to both nourish and to alternatively control my anarchistic tendencies.

A beauty to behold in all aspects. In mind, body and soul she shines like a beacon to me.

I cherish her.