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Hey, remember when we used to ditch one class to get homework for another class done? The grown up version of that is taking a comp day at work to write a paper for grad school. So, yeah. Sitting at Calders, bowl of coffee, writing a paper on human development and relational cultural theory. This is my life.
I had a great weekend, did a training on inclusiveness for our hotline with my buddy, Crystal. We've done the presentation a couple of times, and each time it keeps getting better. This time was especially anxiety provoking because our executive director was in the training because she is so cool, has her shit together, knows her stuff, so if we fucked up, it'd be really obvious. But apparently we rocked it's socks off. She was impressed. My employment is still secure ;).
Then, Sunday, I went up to Estes and did a retreat with MESA supergroup leaders which was also AWESOME. Awe. Some. We watched Crash and had a FOUR HOUR discussion on anti oppression, and really went there. Then we played a game that's hard to describe, but was fun and funny as all hell. My cheeks hurt from laughing so hard.
AND, I have falling in love. Pablo Neruda. Oh christ. Reading Pablo Neruda is like dark chocolate, at some point, you have to stop because it's so incredibly rich. So far, here's my favorite.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
And to have it read to you in Spanish? Is hot.
I had a great weekend, did a training on inclusiveness for our hotline with my buddy, Crystal. We've done the presentation a couple of times, and each time it keeps getting better. This time was especially anxiety provoking because our executive director was in the training because she is so cool, has her shit together, knows her stuff, so if we fucked up, it'd be really obvious. But apparently we rocked it's socks off. She was impressed. My employment is still secure ;).
Then, Sunday, I went up to Estes and did a retreat with MESA supergroup leaders which was also AWESOME. Awe. Some. We watched Crash and had a FOUR HOUR discussion on anti oppression, and really went there. Then we played a game that's hard to describe, but was fun and funny as all hell. My cheeks hurt from laughing so hard.
AND, I have falling in love. Pablo Neruda. Oh christ. Reading Pablo Neruda is like dark chocolate, at some point, you have to stop because it's so incredibly rich. So far, here's my favorite.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
And to have it read to you in Spanish? Is hot.