Re: It started in DCdiceaFebruary 29 2008, 15:27:41 UTC
For ever and ever, as long as there has been Pennsic, there has been one rule: You will start off wandering and visiting with one person or group and end up with a totally different group, unsure of how it happened, and still happy and safe and all together.
90% of my awake time at Pennsic has been spent in looking for someone. I've seldom found that person without finding many other people along the way. Most of those people were also looking for people.
If she's slipped off at Pennsic, she is still with you. She is, even as we speak, visiting at someone's fire or looking at pretties in the market. We can't see her at the moment, but as we keep looking and knowing that she is here, we will meet many other people and share some of what we have of her within us with each of them. They will do the same for us.
When we're at Pennsic, we're all at Pennsic. Some of us are harder to see or find than others, but that is when we are all really together. Sometimes when someone is there we can't see him or her, but we know so strongly that we keep turning to look. Seeing is not proving, but knowing is knowing.
Re: It started in DCdiceaFebruary 29 2008, 18:30:14 UTC
Somewhere, maybe in the back of my car, or behind my washing machine, is a sock. Maybe it's not a sock, maybe it's a sports bra, or a coif, or a favor.
Ground into the fabric of this little thing is red dust.
While there is one little thing that holds the red dust that has not yet been collected, tagged, cleaned, and re-domesticated, Pennsic cannot end.
Wherever there is feral red-dusted fibers, there is Pennsic.
90% of my awake time at Pennsic has been spent in looking for someone. I've seldom found that person without finding many other people along the way. Most of those people were also looking for people.
If she's slipped off at Pennsic, she is still with you. She is, even as we speak, visiting at someone's fire or looking at pretties in the market. We can't see her at the moment, but as we keep looking and knowing that she is here, we will meet many other people and share some of what we have of her within us with each of them. They will do the same for us.
When we're at Pennsic, we're all at Pennsic. Some of us are harder to see or find than others, but that is when we are all really together. Sometimes when someone is there we can't see him or her, but we know so strongly that we keep turning to look. Seeing is not proving, but knowing is knowing.
Love you, dearheart.
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that's about the most wise and skillful thing I've heard in a while. :) My face shall crack from smiling.
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Love you too. Is it Pennsic yet?
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Ground into the fabric of this little thing is red dust.
While there is one little thing that holds the red dust that has not yet been collected, tagged, cleaned, and re-domesticated, Pennsic cannot end.
Wherever there is feral red-dusted fibers, there is Pennsic.
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