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Sick.
The outer layer and lower half of my body wants to go outside on this sunny day and Do Things. My internal organs from my diaphragm up through my sinuses and my brain are arguing that sleep would be the best course of action for the day. So I lie propped on pillows in bed, gazing out the window at the sun on the brown remains of last year's flower ( Read more... ) -
It starts...
Today we got the seed house situated. Started up the three small tractors that spent the winter in its shelter, moved them out (which involved getting gas to put into one of them - luckily the other two pretty much started right up). Evacuated all the other stuff that was left in there from last season: the picnic tables the crew had brought in to ( Read more... ) -
Struggle for Meaning
The purpose of life becomes obvious. Perpetuate life. Make more lives before you die. And even with our consciousness, we kid ourselves if we think that we are in control of this biological prerogative. One thing I deeply enjoy about talking with X is that we'll lick into deeper topics in the same line of conversation as light joking, which is how ( Read more... ) -
On the contradiction of time.
That a year is a long and a short thing is no surprise, and I have yet to reconcile the flexible duality of it. That a day is a long and a short thing is a concept I've known for what seems like a long time. Time drags, but you blink and it's gone. One day it's April, then it's suddenly August, and then it's November. Get up, eat, drive, work, eat ( Read more... ) -
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I appreciate that there is a swirly sparkly world of art and music and energy inhabited by people like Amanda Palmer, Kim Boekbinder, Walter Sickert, Edrie, and the rest of the toys, which is fluffed up (made 3D) and sustained by the populous of The Audience (of which I've been a part, and with many of whom I consider myself friends). It's kind of ( Read more... ) -
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Talking with Travis in the heat of the sauna, openly about hopes and dreams and inability to commit to anything; ears deep in the March temperature pond for half a second; feeling the rain on so many stretches of skin who had never felt that before. It burned washed relaxed the crud off from around my heart and felt open-available-aware in a way ( Read more... ) -
Life: Made of Awesome
Friday/Saturday/Sunday: Dance Flurry ( Read more... ) -
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I am a dancer. I feel music with my body more than I hear it with my ears. I float on the waves of it and am conscious of the balance between me and my partner. I could just keep dancing forever. -
Full Moon
I made a wish on the moon for more of the Yes. For more of the silences. For more knowing that This is water. And I gave gratitude for all that is, knowing, and existence ( Read more... ) -
Mope
I need to start eating breakfast again, implying that I need to get up out of bed sometime in the morning so that it's not noon when I'm first eating breaking my fast on kale and potatoes. Maybe if I got up earlier, in the morning, and avoided the call of the internet on my laptop that sleeps near my head (not in my bed, though, I have principles ( Read more... )