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Last post for the foreseeable future; perhaps I'll get the chance to get on here again after the Morrisville move next weekend. We'll need to see. Internet is not an immediate priority for me or my cousin Ann.
It's been an interesting week. A time of confidences between friends, dog-related frustrations, political craziness, deeper appreciation for the music of Karen Dalton, and the slow cohesion of a story that, if there's any interest, I may post here if and when it's finally written. Sometimes I feel myself be just overcome with this feeling of peace, as if the world is going to be all right. It's such a calm and secure feeling...if I were especially religious I might interpret it as feeling God's grace, but since I'm not, I just take it for what it is and am grateful to have the experience. It comes a lot while I'm listening to music, and doesn't seem to matter if it's Karen Dalton's banjo/guitar version of "Green Rocky Road" or Social Distortion pounding through "Don't Take Me for Granted"...it's just there, and seems to be more and more my default state. Lovely indeed.
Looking with happy anticipation to the future. Very much ready for a new scene, and for the chance (I hope) to get some writing done during the daytime in Morrisville. Not to mention finding work in the village, I hope. But real life is finally coming my way, and I'm glad. Today I feel ten feet tall, like the world can't squish me flat, ever. I will always be up, and even should I fall down, I'll be able to stand right back up again. Probably unrealistic of me, but for now I will cling to that illusion of resilience fiercely and joyfully.
Anyhow. Take care, everyone. I'll try to pop in when I can. Meantime, any of you who want to write me snail after September 7 or so can reach me at
470 Lower Elmore Mountain Road
Morrisville, VT 05661
Be good,
Ethan
It's been an interesting week. A time of confidences between friends, dog-related frustrations, political craziness, deeper appreciation for the music of Karen Dalton, and the slow cohesion of a story that, if there's any interest, I may post here if and when it's finally written. Sometimes I feel myself be just overcome with this feeling of peace, as if the world is going to be all right. It's such a calm and secure feeling...if I were especially religious I might interpret it as feeling God's grace, but since I'm not, I just take it for what it is and am grateful to have the experience. It comes a lot while I'm listening to music, and doesn't seem to matter if it's Karen Dalton's banjo/guitar version of "Green Rocky Road" or Social Distortion pounding through "Don't Take Me for Granted"...it's just there, and seems to be more and more my default state. Lovely indeed.
Looking with happy anticipation to the future. Very much ready for a new scene, and for the chance (I hope) to get some writing done during the daytime in Morrisville. Not to mention finding work in the village, I hope. But real life is finally coming my way, and I'm glad. Today I feel ten feet tall, like the world can't squish me flat, ever. I will always be up, and even should I fall down, I'll be able to stand right back up again. Probably unrealistic of me, but for now I will cling to that illusion of resilience fiercely and joyfully.
Anyhow. Take care, everyone. I'll try to pop in when I can. Meantime, any of you who want to write me snail after September 7 or so can reach me at
470 Lower Elmore Mountain Road
Morrisville, VT 05661
Be good,
Ethan