Written originally as a letter, these words seemed like more than those to be read once before dust covers them forever.
I am in a really interesting time in my life. Some may think or say I am wasting time away as I am not career driven but I know deep down, I am doing the right thing.
-I am taking the time to walk barefoot.
-I am learning from animals: wild and domesticated, human and non human
-I am communicating with an array of people
-I am allowing the wind to take me where it knows I can serve, teaching me to care and share with all
-I am eating food that is canned from the clearence section as well as foraged and holistically wholesome meals directly from the land - washing the soil & bugs away with water
-I am planting seeds, most times moving on before the sprout, other times sharing the harvest
-I am adapting to love, no matter what my environment
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Timeline reflections
Some rhythms, patterns, and observations
Sept 2 2014... My direct experience with Shift Bristol (http://www.shiftbristol.org.uk) began
Sept 2 2015... My second day as a QVS floating teacher at Kindezi
July 23 2015... The shift Bristol course ended
August 23 2015... The orientation for QVS started
July 31 2015... Full moon and first full day in America in a while
August 29 2015... (Looked) full moon and my first full day living in Atlanta
...I like that. Life feels right, challenging, and on my path xxx
Sept 2 2014... My direct experience with Shift Bristol (http://www.shiftbristol.org.uk) began
Sept 2 2015... My second day as a QVS floating teacher at Kindezi
July 23 2015... The shift Bristol course ended
August 23 2015... The orientation for QVS started
July 31 2015... Full moon and first full day in America in a while
August 29 2015... (Looked) full moon and my first full day living in Atlanta
...I like that. Life feels right, challenging, and on my path xxx
Kindezi beginning
I write this as a free spirit at heart, a young me with a Monday through Friday 9-5, and a commitment to community...
I woke up before the sun and the shadows guided me in my unfamiliar commute to my new routine As soon as I had my back to the outside and very few windows in sight a different world became my reality, until the end of the day when I retraced the same route in the other side of the road, this time with strangers, sweat, and litter accompanying me.
Snig bits from an email I sent to a dear friend...
...I miss the familiar systems we had and how much truth and love they contained, whether laughing together or slowly making it through another hard day.
I woke up before the sun and the shadows guided me in my unfamiliar commute to my new routine As soon as I had my back to the outside and very few windows in sight a different world became my reality, until the end of the day when I retraced the same route in the other side of the road, this time with strangers, sweat, and litter accompanying me.
(Sept 1 2015)
Kid Zee
poetry from a man called Ticket
cold bones, warm heart,
Speaking of a pace to rest his clay.
Wanting to share and care,
in order to receive.
Kee is how I introduced myself.
A stranger for now,
a friend to become --
if that is how the cards are delt.
...I miss the familiar systems we had and how much truth and love they contained, whether laughing together or slowly making it through another hard day.
...I want to be aware of staying strong in my passion and truth even while learning to swim in these new waters.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Faery dust
Well a year has past and as with many things some dust has gathered in some areas while others are sparkling with excitement and growth.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Many words could fall into place here, but, as I have so often done lately, I am not going to mark them down but allow them to dance in my head as I do whatever I do. I am about to flop in the mezinine and watch Chocolat (even though it is half 11 on Sunday night). I may sleep in there the whole night or I may walk up to the caravan in the woods and join Jo. Tomorrow is Monday but I have off so I have different sort of options. Callum has off as well, we may go on an adventure together. I would like that, but also I am not stuck on that. While I am the type of person that does like to have a little bit of a plan, right now, I am ok with going to be not knowing what my tomorrow may contain - which is a very relistic way of letting life fall into place as it were.
Time for Chocolat and what ever comes next.
In short - what I have to say is life is good.
Time for Chocolat and what ever comes next.
In short - what I have to say is life is good.
Embercombe moments late Feb - late March.
Ella, Grandad Billy, and I after a special dinner.
Bristol
ay, the first walk up the hill of the side entrance. Felt good!
Hm! Kitchen time with Jana
taken by Jana.
Laughing Germans whom I love and care for
AnnaBi and I around the fire
taken by Jana
Jana and I on the open day with out faces painted and out eyes beaming with joy and love.
Ruth, me, Jonathan, Jana, Cara, Rachel, and Jen at the Open Day. A mesh of happy people on a
beautiful day
Eryc, Callum, me, and (rosey cheeked) Ole, dancing in the compost loo :)
Jana
Daniel, Eamon, and Mick during Jo's caravan warming party.
A glimpse of a beautiful moment
an envilope with words of love that brought streams of tears and joy into my world, tucked in my welly boot
appreciating the envilope and its contents. What a special thing
the beginning of a lovely relazing day of reading, not tracking time, fasting, and really doing what I felt drawn to do in life with my current resources and options. A day for the books.
Oh Embercombe. :)
Louisa and \Adam talking while Robby, Daniel (RI Dan), Tammy, Rachel, and (site apprentice) Jim said good bye, good night, and thank you to the sun as it set.
small and important
the last sunrise from Guilford for a while.
The lake
a good bunch of people that I love a lot
One of Tiny Dancers lambs
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Reality of now
I just now remembered that this blog is. It is a story, a tracker, a processor, a rememberer, an message, a connector, and a lot of other this. Right now, figured when I have unlimited time and internet access, pictures do not want to download but words I can do.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
Blog post
I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
Blog post
I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Cobb, Bauman, Thoughts, and Life
Well... I just remembered that this was a thing.
Life is constantly changing.
Living in Cobb feels like routine.
Spending time in Bauman once the sun has set is normal.
Having dirty hands and walking a fair amount each day.
I am tying up loose ends here, mostly physically by packing and fidgeting around with my stuff.
No idea what this weekend will be like - like life really.
The deer antler ring, yellow and black bracelet, the brown and grey bracelet, and the bale twine anklet are the only accessories I wear everywhere.
Today when I met with Gaither I was wearing non farmy clothes during the day,
and it felt bizzare.
I packed books, food, and layers in my new purple back pack and do not have a plan of when to return to Cobb this weekend, I am going to see what happens.
The crop rotation chart is something I must do.
I anticipate watching some Sherlock tonight with Lucas, Rachel, Eli (visiting!), and Lilie. :)
I am a big fan of how often I have warm socks on. Mostly a fan of the socks. My feet do miss being barefoot but they are staying warm and are awfully clean.
There are things in my near future I am looking forwad to and there are things in my near future I am not looking forward to.
-Vince gets back; 1 or 2 nights before I leave Guilford
-meeting up with D'vorah to catch up (how are things...?) and exchange iPad for money
and much more.
-hearing back from Simon Bradwell
-booking my flight
People I have been thinking about, talking to, and or seeing over the past few days/week include: Lucas Albright, Rachel, Lilie, Vince, Jonv Macemore (so much of Jon/farming buddy), James Wilde, Nikiah, Jacob Adams, Frank, Gaither, Mum, Dad, Grandmom McN, Patty (from Embercombe), my sister
On the desk in front of me I have a tub with some bread (which I made during the semester and froze) and half an advovado (which I dumpstered with Molly and Lucy), and a tub of butternutsquash and pepper soup (which I made from rescued squashed over the semester and froze.) I have been eating a lot of beef jerky lately. It is a special treat :)
I could write more but I am going to stop now. (Maybe next time I come I will remember my camera cord and can put some pictures here.)
Since the last post (11/20)...
I completed my 3rd semester at Guilford. (Got better grades than ever before though my gpa is still too low to create my own major...)
Spent a week or so in Florida with Vince -- good times, strange times, -- glad it happened. Love him.
Rode from FL - PA with Aunt Heather and Uncle Chris.
Was in West Chester with family from 12/22 - 1/2.
From Jan 3 until now I have been full time farming at Guilford with Jon Macemore. (Korey is supposed to get back tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing him.)
A week from today is my last night at Guilford for a while.
...time in West Chester (time with family, time with friends, packing, mentally prepping...)
mid February - mid August lots of learning, excitement, challenge, growth, hard work, communication, love, and memories.
Life is constantly changing.
Living in Cobb feels like routine.
Spending time in Bauman once the sun has set is normal.
Having dirty hands and walking a fair amount each day.
I am tying up loose ends here, mostly physically by packing and fidgeting around with my stuff.
No idea what this weekend will be like - like life really.
The deer antler ring, yellow and black bracelet, the brown and grey bracelet, and the bale twine anklet are the only accessories I wear everywhere.
Today when I met with Gaither I was wearing non farmy clothes during the day,
and it felt bizzare.
I packed books, food, and layers in my new purple back pack and do not have a plan of when to return to Cobb this weekend, I am going to see what happens.
The crop rotation chart is something I must do.
I anticipate watching some Sherlock tonight with Lucas, Rachel, Eli (visiting!), and Lilie. :)
I am a big fan of how often I have warm socks on. Mostly a fan of the socks. My feet do miss being barefoot but they are staying warm and are awfully clean.
There are things in my near future I am looking forwad to and there are things in my near future I am not looking forward to.
-Vince gets back; 1 or 2 nights before I leave Guilford
-meeting up with D'vorah to catch up (how are things...?) and exchange iPad for money
and much more.
-hearing back from Simon Bradwell
-booking my flight
People I have been thinking about, talking to, and or seeing over the past few days/week include: Lucas Albright, Rachel, Lilie, Vince, Jonv Macemore (so much of Jon/farming buddy), James Wilde, Nikiah, Jacob Adams, Frank, Gaither, Mum, Dad, Grandmom McN, Patty (from Embercombe), my sister
On the desk in front of me I have a tub with some bread (which I made during the semester and froze) and half an advovado (which I dumpstered with Molly and Lucy), and a tub of butternutsquash and pepper soup (which I made from rescued squashed over the semester and froze.) I have been eating a lot of beef jerky lately. It is a special treat :)
I could write more but I am going to stop now. (Maybe next time I come I will remember my camera cord and can put some pictures here.)
Since the last post (11/20)...
I completed my 3rd semester at Guilford. (Got better grades than ever before though my gpa is still too low to create my own major...)
Spent a week or so in Florida with Vince -- good times, strange times, -- glad it happened. Love him.
Rode from FL - PA with Aunt Heather and Uncle Chris.
Was in West Chester with family from 12/22 - 1/2.
From Jan 3 until now I have been full time farming at Guilford with Jon Macemore. (Korey is supposed to get back tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing him.)
A week from today is my last night at Guilford for a while.
...time in West Chester (time with family, time with friends, packing, mentally prepping...)
mid February - mid August lots of learning, excitement, challenge, growth, hard work, communication, love, and memories.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Checked out but good
I got hit by a realization that it is good to be aware of: I have basically checked out of Guilford life. I am going to classes and meetings and things here and there and getting stuff done - but mentally I have checked out. I remember this really effecting Lucy (older kitchen apprentice) at Embercombe, she checked out about 3 months before leaving because that was when she needed to start planning what was happening next. She was kind but she definitely had a wall up because of that. Being aware of this happening is good. Now to act on making my life what I want--- (and figuring that out, even if just momentarily.) Thinking about what I do rather than just doing what I do because that is what I do.
Do not get me wrong, I am feeling fine. Before heading to the farm I spoke to James (one of the people in England I have given part of my heart to), I got to thin carrots at the farm, I got to eat, the meeting I was not looking forward to wasn't actually that bad, market happened... Things are good. Excited for when they will be great!
Do not get me wrong, I am feeling fine. Before heading to the farm I spoke to James (one of the people in England I have given part of my heart to), I got to thin carrots at the farm, I got to eat, the meeting I was not looking forward to wasn't actually that bad, market happened... Things are good. Excited for when they will be great!
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Sister time and Food: Important
The day Kelsey and I met in Spartensburg for a picnic visit in the grass.
October 2013.
Peppers molted with color, gleamed that morning, lying Case Sensitive - a poem that fell out of my heart earlier that day.
The after math from a visit to the back of Fresh Market.
Kelsey and I had a great chat with a pastor who was back there picking up food for a local food bank.
Man do I eat well~
Objects from My Past
This time last year this photo was important to me. A marker.
The objects I brought everywhere I went...
Monday, November 4, 2013
Reality Check
Well fancy that. Something must be working. Life feels ok right now... specifically I love that I am content to be where I am and feel ready to dive back into my research paper even though I just had a conversation with Jim (which could have taken me back to the Embercombe world) and heard about his current adventure and beauty filled life in California at an Embercombe life place... It felt real. The connection. Listening. Letting my mind go. Deciding to get back to my physical world. Sending love and saying good bye. Now it is time to continue reading about Richard Louv, his thoughts/experiences, and both the Children and Nature Network (Kiera's version of CNN - ha!) and the Leave No Child Inside movement.
Certainly not flawless (I feel sick from eating so much candy and I am tired from needing to wake up before 7 AM to finish a paper that was due at 8:30 AM because I chose to relax this weekend...) but life is a okay right now.
I am officially a paid baker now. Christopher Levkoff and I made a weekly deal fill his cookie jar. Getting paid for doing what I love.
Maybe things are starting ot feel right again, here, in this physical chapter of my life.
Certainly not flawless (I feel sick from eating so much candy and I am tired from needing to wake up before 7 AM to finish a paper that was due at 8:30 AM because I chose to relax this weekend...) but life is a okay right now.
I am officially a paid baker now. Christopher Levkoff and I made a weekly deal fill his cookie jar. Getting paid for doing what I love.
Maybe things are starting ot feel right again, here, in this physical chapter of my life.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Bits and Thoughts of an Alright Day
II am not exhausted from todays adventures, I have stuff to do, yet I am ready to end the day. I walk slowly down the hall way and rest my head on the sink as I spit out toothpaste. Not feeling very lively or overjoyed. Excited to be doing most of the things I feel like I need to do, but not feeling like now is the time. I am not overly tired, but I am going to sleep soon. It feels like the best thing to do at this point (unless teleportation is an option).
I have chosen that I should submit a grant application for January Term even though dreaming today brought up a strong option for those weeks, and following months.
Monday... dear - is it only Monday? It feels like tomorrow really should be Wednesday.
Tomorrow is the month marker for
getting my cleu mark
using only natural soaps
To touch something real, will help the wounds to heal... good lyrics.
I got hit by a huge wave of missing Embercombe today. Gravity and a sore heart cleaned my cheeks today. A necessary release. I chatted through typed words with Jana which forced the tears out, reminded me to keep dreaming, and left me feeling healthy and excited.
As my room mate skypes with her parents, I look at pictures of one of my protest buddies - the wild one. As she thinks and talks with her parents about her grandparents visit to campus as my mind wonders about the future and I dream about adventures.
Things I have been thinking about
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LULmbLlPvVk
responsibility
perceptions of life. What I want, what is, and what shapes them
my reality
the people and spaces I surround myself with
I have been taking long breathes out a lot lately
Life is so good when it is so good, and hard when it is not good.
Glad to have the dark redy purple sweatshirt in my life. I needed and the universe provided :)
I have chosen that I should submit a grant application for January Term even though dreaming today brought up a strong option for those weeks, and following months.
Monday... dear - is it only Monday? It feels like tomorrow really should be Wednesday.
Tomorrow is the month marker for
getting my cleu mark
using only natural soaps
To touch something real, will help the wounds to heal... good lyrics.
I got hit by a huge wave of missing Embercombe today. Gravity and a sore heart cleaned my cheeks today. A necessary release. I chatted through typed words with Jana which forced the tears out, reminded me to keep dreaming, and left me feeling healthy and excited.
What could be a lone swimmer, surrounded by murky water, smiling at a piece of technology once was a joy filled lady, swimming freely, living her dream, surrounded by an ever changing yet unconditionally loving community.
all things change with time
As my room mate skypes with her parents, I look at pictures of one of my protest buddies - the wild one. As she thinks and talks with her parents about her grandparents visit to campus as my mind wonders about the future and I dream about adventures.
Things I have been thinking about
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LULmbLlPvVk
responsibility
perceptions of life. What I want, what is, and what shapes them
my reality
the people and spaces I surround myself with
I have been taking long breathes out a lot lately
Life is so good when it is so good, and hard when it is not good.
Glad to have the dark redy purple sweatshirt in my life. I needed and the universe provided :)
Sunday, October 27, 2013
The Flow of my Saturday/Sunday
A brief and abridged play by play of 4 PM yesterday to now (just before 11AM)...
I packed a bag with what I would need for going to the caf and then straight to the Participatory Budget committee (PBC) meeting at UNCG.
Plans changed (beautifully!) and I found myself eating a wrap in the hut as folks visited and Jane made donuts.
Lily, Kiernan and I moved outside to a patch in the sun. Lily was lying down, I was eating my wrap, and Kiernan was playing guitar. I thought I had 30 minutes till I was supposed to be at the fountain to catch a ride to the PBC meeting, nope, I had -15.
I finished my wrap in the middle seat in the back in Helen's car next to Lesley and John Madden.
PBC happened. Seeing what other projects are happening in the community was refreshing. Age diversity was nice. Talking to new people was nice. ...we left there with a $500 check for the Mobile Farmers Market project, thanks to 29 community votes (that felt like a lot!). Community support and encouragement is very nice.
Helen, John Madden, Corrinne, Lesley, and I celebrated for a bit together --- we found ourselves in Lily's room in the Pines. Vince came through. Bennett and Lyes came through. It was good~
On my way out of the Pines I whistles to see if Vince was still in the Pines. The whistle response made my night go very differently. (Incredible night.)
Vince and I visited sitting talking in the Pines living room. Updating each other to what is going on in our heads. Both sharing deeply as well as supporting. The conversation was fluid, inclusive, reflective, informative, relaxing, releasing, and special.
Quick party in the kitchen.
Vince and I finally watched his high school production of Les Miserable - something we have been meaning to do for about a year now. Well - we only watched act 1 because I kept falling asleep, but - still. Curled up on the couch, watching a recording of my friend on stage, so many good singers, so warm, under so many blankets, slowly dozing in and out of the sleep world.
We slept on the pull out couch; such a good idea! It was a really great night. We both slept well even though we cuddled nearly all night. (He usually turns away and needs space after the first 10 minutes...)
Woke up with the sun. Pillow talk turned into tickle attempts, blanket hogging, conversation. (So appreciative to have Vince in my life.)
I walked to Shore through the botanical garden --
Now for the day ahead of me which includes:
making butternut squash soup
chopping lots of bananas
working on an art project for dance class
thinking about my outline for CF seminar
blogging about the visit to the water treatment plant
and many other things.
I am living such a good, privileged, special, beautiful, full, real life--
I packed a bag with what I would need for going to the caf and then straight to the Participatory Budget committee (PBC) meeting at UNCG.
Plans changed (beautifully!) and I found myself eating a wrap in the hut as folks visited and Jane made donuts.
Lily, Kiernan and I moved outside to a patch in the sun. Lily was lying down, I was eating my wrap, and Kiernan was playing guitar. I thought I had 30 minutes till I was supposed to be at the fountain to catch a ride to the PBC meeting, nope, I had -15.
I finished my wrap in the middle seat in the back in Helen's car next to Lesley and John Madden.
PBC happened. Seeing what other projects are happening in the community was refreshing. Age diversity was nice. Talking to new people was nice. ...we left there with a $500 check for the Mobile Farmers Market project, thanks to 29 community votes (that felt like a lot!). Community support and encouragement is very nice.
Helen, John Madden, Corrinne, Lesley, and I celebrated for a bit together --- we found ourselves in Lily's room in the Pines. Vince came through. Bennett and Lyes came through. It was good~
On my way out of the Pines I whistles to see if Vince was still in the Pines. The whistle response made my night go very differently. (Incredible night.)
Vince and I visited sitting talking in the Pines living room. Updating each other to what is going on in our heads. Both sharing deeply as well as supporting. The conversation was fluid, inclusive, reflective, informative, relaxing, releasing, and special.
Quick party in the kitchen.
Vince and I finally watched his high school production of Les Miserable - something we have been meaning to do for about a year now. Well - we only watched act 1 because I kept falling asleep, but - still. Curled up on the couch, watching a recording of my friend on stage, so many good singers, so warm, under so many blankets, slowly dozing in and out of the sleep world.
We slept on the pull out couch; such a good idea! It was a really great night. We both slept well even though we cuddled nearly all night. (He usually turns away and needs space after the first 10 minutes...)
Woke up with the sun. Pillow talk turned into tickle attempts, blanket hogging, conversation. (So appreciative to have Vince in my life.)
I walked to Shore through the botanical garden --
Now for the day ahead of me which includes:
making butternut squash soup
chopping lots of bananas
working on an art project for dance class
thinking about my outline for CF seminar
blogging about the visit to the water treatment plant
and many other things.
I am living such a good, privileged, special, beautiful, full, real life--
Saturday, October 26, 2013
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