Elvish bubbles
I must say, I find the atmosphere of this house to be very inspiring. Right now, i'm lying in a hammock, hung between two wooden beams on a sunsoaked balcony at Lothlorian house. It's hard to think that there's anything that needs worrying about in the world when I'm swaying gently back and forth, the sound of regge music and happily talking people drifting up to me from the courtyard below. An ancient chestnut tree towers above me.. If the sun hadn't lured me into a semi-doze with its warm touch, I would lift my head to see the sun sparkling on the bay behind me.
I am writing after returning from what was supposed to be a brief trip to the South house to fetch more toiletpaper for the North house bathroom...but while walking through the kitchen, I met someone I didn't know, and he of course immedetely asked me if I wanted some stur-fry, as he was in the process of making some and wished to have someone to share it with. I accepted, and we started talking. He mentioned that he'd just gotten back from the mountains where he'd been doing some technical work, so I asked him where that was...he hesitated, as if searching for a location that I might recgonize....and I was busy thinking, wouldn't that be funny if he said Sonora....and then he said Sonora. I laughed and told him I was hoping that he'd say that, as I had a good friend there, and I had just been there. I asked him if he'd been to god's bath, and he said yes, obviously he's a true local. =) I told him I had just gone backpacking in emmigrant wilderness. At that he went off, saying how amazing and aweinspiring that area was, and how it sometimes makes him cry to leave it. We spent about twenty minutes after that spewing praise upon emmigrant wilderness, and all the stunning lakes there. It was amazing that the first person I'd run into on my way through the house that day was obessed with backpacking and happened to have also been seduced by the beauty of emmigrant wilderness, not to mention that he lives in Sonora. After that, we started talking about art while enjoying his stur-fry, which was really good. I can't believe how absolutely friendly, cool, and accepting the people in this house are. It's a beautiful and fascination tapestry of humanity. I can't even begin to describe how inspired I feel by living here, because that would take far longer then my laptop has batteries for.
When I come back from a frenzied, busy day around campus, full of city-jitters and walk into the cobblestoned, redwood-shaded courtyard of Loth, everything flows away. Sometimes it takes city noises from the street to remind me that this house is, in fact, a part of this world. I feel like I'm in a bubble with a secret passageway to another land, which you enter into by stepping up those crooked stone steps.
I am writing after returning from what was supposed to be a brief trip to the South house to fetch more toiletpaper for the North house bathroom...but while walking through the kitchen, I met someone I didn't know, and he of course immedetely asked me if I wanted some stur-fry, as he was in the process of making some and wished to have someone to share it with. I accepted, and we started talking. He mentioned that he'd just gotten back from the mountains where he'd been doing some technical work, so I asked him where that was...he hesitated, as if searching for a location that I might recgonize....and I was busy thinking, wouldn't that be funny if he said Sonora....and then he said Sonora. I laughed and told him I was hoping that he'd say that, as I had a good friend there, and I had just been there. I asked him if he'd been to god's bath, and he said yes, obviously he's a true local. =) I told him I had just gone backpacking in emmigrant wilderness. At that he went off, saying how amazing and aweinspiring that area was, and how it sometimes makes him cry to leave it. We spent about twenty minutes after that spewing praise upon emmigrant wilderness, and all the stunning lakes there. It was amazing that the first person I'd run into on my way through the house that day was obessed with backpacking and happened to have also been seduced by the beauty of emmigrant wilderness, not to mention that he lives in Sonora. After that, we started talking about art while enjoying his stur-fry, which was really good. I can't believe how absolutely friendly, cool, and accepting the people in this house are. It's a beautiful and fascination tapestry of humanity. I can't even begin to describe how inspired I feel by living here, because that would take far longer then my laptop has batteries for.
When I come back from a frenzied, busy day around campus, full of city-jitters and walk into the cobblestoned, redwood-shaded courtyard of Loth, everything flows away. Sometimes it takes city noises from the street to remind me that this house is, in fact, a part of this world. I feel like I'm in a bubble with a secret passageway to another land, which you enter into by stepping up those crooked stone steps.