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greenstormWhen I first started this livejournal, I maned my friends page 'roots'. I have no urge to change that labelling; it's remained remarkably accurate.
Last night was KMM. I stayed for the movie, although I was intending only a social drop-through, because I was blissfully re-rooting. I slept through most of the show with my head against Bob's on CrazyChris' stomach, at Graham's feet, with Anthony rubbing my feet. I feel such a strong sense of being home, back, in place.
I'm trying to make the rounds now, catching up on people, and there are so many people to catch up on! It's still true; I don't have nearly enough time for all the cool people I know.
I also have a deep sense of momentum now. I have come here, it's true, come home successfully after having left it, but I've been transformed. Stillness isn't in me except insofar as the edges are busy working away at change.
I just napped, and my mind is still slow and thick with sleep. Snatches of song are drifting through it, sometimes aligned with the music I'm listening to, sometimes not. In a few minies I will go to Juggler's house and plant Ezra's tomatoes to REM's Up album. I'll weed and iurn the soil in the sunshine. This is the centre of my life. Can you understand when I say there's been a deep shift in me? It used to be the rock I was founded on was joy and fear; now my centre is joy and contentedness. That's the change I've been living this year and a half, polished off among kindred in the Kootenays. It's good.
Love you all. See you soon.
Last night was KMM. I stayed for the movie, although I was intending only a social drop-through, because I was blissfully re-rooting. I slept through most of the show with my head against Bob's on CrazyChris' stomach, at Graham's feet, with Anthony rubbing my feet. I feel such a strong sense of being home, back, in place.
I'm trying to make the rounds now, catching up on people, and there are so many people to catch up on! It's still true; I don't have nearly enough time for all the cool people I know.
I also have a deep sense of momentum now. I have come here, it's true, come home successfully after having left it, but I've been transformed. Stillness isn't in me except insofar as the edges are busy working away at change.
I just napped, and my mind is still slow and thick with sleep. Snatches of song are drifting through it, sometimes aligned with the music I'm listening to, sometimes not. In a few minies I will go to Juggler's house and plant Ezra's tomatoes to REM's Up album. I'll weed and iurn the soil in the sunshine. This is the centre of my life. Can you understand when I say there's been a deep shift in me? It used to be the rock I was founded on was joy and fear; now my centre is joy and contentedness. That's the change I've been living this year and a half, polished off among kindred in the Kootenays. It's good.
Love you all. See you soon.
