Snow.

It's cold out there.

I've given up on worrying about sleep. If I've done something for a couple of months and I'm fine, well, then I'm fine. Things'll straighten if they're gonna, but my priorities are obviously somewhere else right now (like the boy's pants. Oh well).

Tonight the snow is falling more gently than it did the other night, a feather-light dusting of something more completely frozen. I'm going to dinner with my family, I'll hopefully see how they're settling back in home now, and though I'm tired it's important to me to do this. I missed last week; two in a row would suck.

Family is so important to me. There's something about these people-- blood family and created family --that keeps me anchored, and makes me a broader person than I would be otherwise.

I've decided to write a thingy on poly Greenie-style, since I need to impart the info anyhow. I'll schedcule that for next year sometime, doubtless. :P

I keep thinking things, and then not writing them down. I mean, I've always done that, but I'm noticing it again. Maybe this means I'm thinking enough again to have things to miss?

My life feels firmly grounded in the metaphor of a tree.

I've decided I need to do something physically significant to mark this change in my life. I need to climb something, and look down. Devon was saying there are some mountains in North Van that are awesome to climb. Perhaps the climb will be slightly more elliptical, a journey upwards and inwards into British Columbia. Perhaps something else will come up. It's necesary to repeat, in symbol, this upthrusting thing.

My, how change comes fast. It was less than two weeks ago that I was writing about having been stable for so long. I'm not afraid of it now, that perhaps helps. It certainly helps me to keep my head, to steer, to do the right thing, to make the changes more convenient to those around me.

Looking back in my old livejournal entries, I'm glad I've become who I am. I mean, I'm glad anyhow, but I'm surer now, stronger. I have a base from which to be generous and genuine both at once.

I have become accustomed to miracles. What greater joy could life hold than that we could become accustomed to miracles? I almost even trust them.

Mmmmmr.

Boy. Work. Food. Sauna. Sex. Bed.

It's so *good*.

There's nice snow outside.

Polynotes:
I'm poly because for me, variety and contrast lead to mindful appreciation that I don't have otherwise.
I love lots of people, and I like sex with a variety of people, sometimes those two groups overlap.
Practicality is the root of all happiness.
If you refuse to do bad relationships, you'll only have good relationships, one way or the other.