blue, blue skies.
Shit. Why did I go back to school? The summer is road tripping time. I'd rather be driving to Florida, then Texas, then Kaslo, then Alaska, sleeping in tents or under trees, eating wild berries by the handfuls, burning my shoulders in the sun, jumping in lakes after long hikes, smelling campfire in my hair for days on end, drinking strange, cheap liquor to fuel late night talks and hugs... I guess Michigan will have to do for this year (Vic and I are going out there in the beginning of August). Next year though, motherfucking Alaska. It's about time and I really don't care if I do it solo; it's just been calling me for too long.
I took a job working in a garden with local Albany kids. The program doesn't start until July 6, so for now it's just time playing in the dirt like the good ole days. I've only done two days so far, but the calluses are reforming so familiarly.
The Ethical Slut should be required reading for being human. Very important communication information in that book. It's articulating truths that I've been developing for years but for which I didn't have such easy, accessible language (mine was more Buddhist psychology centered). Own your emotions, articulate your needs, ask questions, listen, set boundaries.
Cars are out. Feet and bikes are in.
I took a job working in a garden with local Albany kids. The program doesn't start until July 6, so for now it's just time playing in the dirt like the good ole days. I've only done two days so far, but the calluses are reforming so familiarly.
The Ethical Slut should be required reading for being human. Very important communication information in that book. It's articulating truths that I've been developing for years but for which I didn't have such easy, accessible language (mine was more Buddhist psychology centered). Own your emotions, articulate your needs, ask questions, listen, set boundaries.
Cars are out. Feet and bikes are in.