Hit it, paws
Working backwards and forwards at once - tracking back across the years, tying up loose strings in life, love, and the business of camp and creative expression which is, in many ways, all of the above with a bunch of trappings. Yesterday I went and saw a lovely movie with a new friend (Pirate Radio, see it if you can, f-ing awesome script, soundtrack and actors having an obvious blast) and spent a good portion of the evening at the bedside of a brilliant older gent who was hooked up to oxygen tubes and in constant danger of dropping over dead. Why I was there is a long story that has to do with burning yams, but his bookcase excited me so much I had to stay and talk with him. A bond was formed. Brilliant man, interesting life - a bond was formed.
Forward and backward at the same time - like stretching taffy as far as it will go and knowing that a breaking point is inevitable - hoping in fact to find out what happens when it occurs! The excitement of letting the pieces take their own course. Flooding forward with this new dream. Today I finish the business plan, tomorrow I commit to putting my financial guts on the line again. Life, you wildly interesting bitch, I salute you.
Forward and backward at the same time - like stretching taffy as far as it will go and knowing that a breaking point is inevitable - hoping in fact to find out what happens when it occurs! The excitement of letting the pieces take their own course. Flooding forward with this new dream. Today I finish the business plan, tomorrow I commit to putting my financial guts on the line again. Life, you wildly interesting bitch, I salute you.