Apr 25, 2008 12:00
out of eugene, hardly took the time to say goodbye. as it should be, i'm no good at goodbyes. i'd rather good luck.
what's next? my favorite question. steal away to Camp Indralaya to train up a skill i've been neglecting. the healing arts, therapeutic touch.
i've got a lot to do, it's an exciting time. this third time is my charm. what blocks and baggage i've dealt with and through have dropped away, leaving me empowered as i've never let myself be, my partner in freedom inspires me without end, and as usual, the universe conspires for my success..
yeah, it was a battle. my roar was long and loud, my reflexes sharp. traps of dependence and obligations littered the field, pools of guilt where others had fallen in. armed with the advice of the wisest mind i've known; ze had told me,
this life is a fight. it's messy. it's gonna hurt. sometimes, a lot. don't pull your punches by wasting your life. make it count. fight to win.
yeah, it got messy in there. still, of course i came out ahead. who the fuck did you think was gonna win? don't assume for a moment that i haven't earned the name,
tyger.