Mar 31, 2008 00:47
I'm pretty selfish with my experiences. I just had an incredible time on Saturna Island, but I feel like I don't want anybody else to know about it. I guess there are fun experiences, and there are special experiences. Something about this trip hit me, and I guess I need to know what it is before I go being open about it.
I came home from the most wholesome place on Earth today, and stepped out of freshness and life into chaos, trouble, stress, tension, and pain. The slope to hell can be so gradual. Futility set in, and instead of becoming involved in something I can't affect, I took the baby and put him to sleep. Such a simple thing, but how significant. The responsibility of that little soul. I don't really have the nurturing instinct per se, but something maternal is there - the worry and the concern and the good intentions. I actually sang, in spite of myself, and it was pretty cool when that produced a yawn and the thump of a tiny head onto my shoulder. I guess that not being the type to gush over babies isn't going to affect my ability to really love the ones that get close to my heart. I'm such a sap.
It's so nice to be around educated people who have love and interests and enough money and joy and purpose in their lives. They're such good influences on me, and raise the bar in ways I couldn't have dreamt of, growing up.