Eat the weeds

I went to a Dionysian rite recently. It was fabulous, I got to explore within myself the feeling of not wanting to communicate with anyone on any level: not verbal, not through body language or behavior. I've never desired this before.

When I was finished, safe home, and wanting to go back and explore those spaces again I was told: some write, some paint, some dance. Find your space to explore.

So I've been writing, a little here and there because hauling a laptop down to a coffee shop or poking away at the phone are not ideal ways to write.

I've also been, apparently, loving rather a lot. That's always been my form of divine madness, right?

So there we are.