A light in the distance
I just registered for AWP 2008, a feminist psychology conference that I have attended since 2000. Over the years, I have gotten to know some fabulous women through this incredible organization. So many great conversations...I always feel so comfortable, so much a part of this group. For example, the number of former Catholic schoolgirls turned bisexual witches I have met through AWP is staggering. That is why AWP feels like coming home, only to sisters you never knew you had who understand intimately the path you have traveled.
This year, I will be visiting Genevieve in New Mexico for a week before the conference. Then, I will be visiting my sister's new home in San Diego, which is five minutes away from the conference. This conference has taken place all over the country, and this year it happens to be in San Diego, three months after she moved--on my sister's 25th birthday weekend. There are no coincidences. At the conference, I will be sharing a room with Jessica and Leah, two incredible women I met two years ago at AWP. In 2006, Jessica and I had a three hour conversation about spirituality and polyamory at 1am in the lobby of the hotel. Last year, Leah and I were awake until 4am discussing much of the same. This year, we are sharing a room, so we will actually have somewhere to talk after Saturday's dance. I am so, so excited!
It's been a rough couple of months, with Gram's funeral and Megan moving and work and the grayness of January and this most recent depressive episode. AWP and Genevieve in March are like distant beacons, promises that healing is on its way, that it can't be winter always, that the flurry of spring awaits.
I will miss my boy like crazy while I am gone, but I think it will be good for me to get away. In all of this grayness, he has always been one of the brightest spots, and I love him so very much. Thanks for being so wonderful, babe:)
This year, I will be visiting Genevieve in New Mexico for a week before the conference. Then, I will be visiting my sister's new home in San Diego, which is five minutes away from the conference. This conference has taken place all over the country, and this year it happens to be in San Diego, three months after she moved--on my sister's 25th birthday weekend. There are no coincidences. At the conference, I will be sharing a room with Jessica and Leah, two incredible women I met two years ago at AWP. In 2006, Jessica and I had a three hour conversation about spirituality and polyamory at 1am in the lobby of the hotel. Last year, Leah and I were awake until 4am discussing much of the same. This year, we are sharing a room, so we will actually have somewhere to talk after Saturday's dance. I am so, so excited!
It's been a rough couple of months, with Gram's funeral and Megan moving and work and the grayness of January and this most recent depressive episode. AWP and Genevieve in March are like distant beacons, promises that healing is on its way, that it can't be winter always, that the flurry of spring awaits.
I will miss my boy like crazy while I am gone, but I think it will be good for me to get away. In all of this grayness, he has always been one of the brightest spots, and I love him so very much. Thanks for being so wonderful, babe:)