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colorado's stunning snowy mountains and wide desert expanses filled my soul with the energy of natural beauty, with the longing for a community with whom to share the exploration. this sweet little farm nourishes my self-reflection, but sometimes i want to escape my head and bounce off others' ideas. colorado also gifted me with altitude's illness, complete with fainting spells and a trip to the emergency room. i was elated to discover i was not dying since in the moment, i had my doubts.
home again, and the ground is soaked in the deluge of the fall. the trickling stream i crossed to get to the yurt this summer has become an active brook. the harvest moon shines onto my little white dome where i lie curled in the sleeping bags, only my nose peeking out.
i reconnected with christine on my chance stop at home. shes been travelling her crazy self through europe, scouting rainbow gatherings, being mistaken for a prostitute, in love with the trickster god, and home for a court case on halloween on the felony of illegal weapons in the airport. she may never settle down, but who wants to? i love her for the way she makes adventure her home. hoping this ridiculousness doesnt land her a year in jail.
i might go back to college in the spring, and if i do it shall be outside brattleboro. tom didnt seem too excited at the prospect of me waking him up in the middle of the night since i was nearby, but the nearby comfort of an old life may support the creation of the new.
and will any of my dear meeting schoolers be in new england for halloween? or will you all be in faraway dc near the home of my childhood? i want to share poetry and coffee if you are in the north.
home again, and the ground is soaked in the deluge of the fall. the trickling stream i crossed to get to the yurt this summer has become an active brook. the harvest moon shines onto my little white dome where i lie curled in the sleeping bags, only my nose peeking out.
i reconnected with christine on my chance stop at home. shes been travelling her crazy self through europe, scouting rainbow gatherings, being mistaken for a prostitute, in love with the trickster god, and home for a court case on halloween on the felony of illegal weapons in the airport. she may never settle down, but who wants to? i love her for the way she makes adventure her home. hoping this ridiculousness doesnt land her a year in jail.
i might go back to college in the spring, and if i do it shall be outside brattleboro. tom didnt seem too excited at the prospect of me waking him up in the middle of the night since i was nearby, but the nearby comfort of an old life may support the creation of the new.
and will any of my dear meeting schoolers be in new england for halloween? or will you all be in faraway dc near the home of my childhood? i want to share poetry and coffee if you are in the north.