Fragments
There are no words to tell you the pictures in my head.
I can't find a voice for my soul and my mind.
All i have are pieces.
Fragments like:
Calm.
Mountain majesty.
Overly socially stimulated.
Folk music of mullets, creole, and one man bands.
Facebook photo memories and missing.
No more drama. please!
Constant self-awareness.
learning to be open, aware, wise, and free.
Bonfires, glaciers, snowball-fights, dogs, cabins, eagles, and bagels.
I have three more weeks of training before heading north to work on an old gold trail.
I love the mail i have received so far! thank you ian, martha, mom, joel and clare! you guys made my days/weeks/months.
Now i will go stare out the library lookout and watch the birds soar and the boats dock in the inside passage. Then i will head to a cafe and listen to singer/songwriters for hours before heading back to what sometimes feels like prison, but is at the moment my home.
Stay in touch. ask me questions.
There is much to say and i just can't smoosh it down into one post.