thanks
i am so very very blessed to live the life i do. and i am so very thankful for it.
i live in a world of magic which flows from everything and where when that seems dark and ebbing i can create magic within myself and radiate it into the world.
i have loving friends and family. the universe is kind to me and i have endless good fortune. i can find nothing that has hurt me that has not made me stronger. i am very thankful for that.
there is so much to say and nothing to say at all. i live thanks with each breath. with each spontaneous, intuitive ritual.
here in this place everything i wanted has come to pass. everything i have worked for has happened and is happening. i thank all of the good city-spirits for their love and their lessons and their friendship. i thank the florida suburbs for providing me a safe and inconspicuous background for me to be young and live a life so devoted and connected to school. i thank Providence for being a gentle, beautiful, and fun doorway into the world of actual cities. i thank it for its beautiful trees and architecture and Swan Point Cemetary and Brown and RISD and Thayer and Wickenden Streets. i thank it for bringing me my first real autumn and winter and spring. in an aside on a moment to my beloved friend Providence and Brown... i had a ritual with the city for thanksgiving which i always spent there while in college, a ritual for the Friday after Thanksgiving, dressing in fine clothes and taking myself and a book out for a good dinner and a long walk alone, often with a clove, walking through the crisp Autumn air in contemplation. those were beautiful times and i love them. and Boston, dear Boston forever my friend. good to me from the start and on every visit. on leaving from and returning to, always showing me something a bit different. Boston always did whatever it could for me and i met some of the most wonderful people i have ever known there. always a dear friend to me, Boston. and LA, loony loony LA LA Land. you gave me a good beating and though it sucked it was one i put to good use. in reality i can trace the first seeds of my present evolution to LA. LA which taught me so much about what is important to me and forced me to chill the fuck out, because i just had no choice. and New Orleans, my lover my love. you showed me life and beauty dirty and raw and real. you breathed in me and with me and still do. never have i connected so personally and so spiritually with a city and its spirit. never have i had such beautiful rituals with a place. never did i speak to the spirit of where i lived so constantly. i love you always. i miss you. i know you know why i had to leave. i am becoming the creature you made me want to be. and the Bay, land of mana, land of opportunity, land of growth. your milk is more nutritious than that of any other place i have been. i grow so quickly here. and you have tested my commitment and my resourcefulness. in your stange oversized body with many hearts and many faces i explore and eat and grow and create and play. it seems that it will be here that i truly start to fly, breathing life and story and fire. here in this city of overstimulation and distraction i have focus and drive and i follow my heart with passionate dedication driven by knowledge of the rightness of my life that is a real and true and knowledge in a dream. thank you so much San Francisco/Oakland. i have trouble focussing on your face, i don't know you like i knew New Orleans but i can feel you and the magic of your many jeweled eyes and hands and tongues.
and i could write a paragraph for each of my friends. i feel so blessed to have you in my life. so honored and so fortunate. know there is a whole universe of love in this small space. without you my loneliness would be crippling. for i am a social creature and lost without my tribe and my dear wandering creatures whom i meet and connect with and part from again. those small and ephemeral moments with kin-creatures never again seen are sacred, too.
and i am so thankful for this physical form in which i manifest, so kind to me, so minimal in ailments and limitations. so blessed i am to be me and i will not waste this but flourish to the greatest extent of my ability and will to make the world ever more healthy and alive and full of wonder and magic. to me there is no other reason to be. i am (like you) one of the myriad manifestations of the divine and i have long understood that it is my particular place in the world to help keep the world alive and colorfull, to catalyze change and possibility, to fight greyness and hopelessness and lethargy, and inspire the flourishing of things as themselves.
many blessings to you all in this divine dance of all manifesting self manifesting all.
many blessings indeed.
i live in a world of magic which flows from everything and where when that seems dark and ebbing i can create magic within myself and radiate it into the world.
i have loving friends and family. the universe is kind to me and i have endless good fortune. i can find nothing that has hurt me that has not made me stronger. i am very thankful for that.
there is so much to say and nothing to say at all. i live thanks with each breath. with each spontaneous, intuitive ritual.
here in this place everything i wanted has come to pass. everything i have worked for has happened and is happening. i thank all of the good city-spirits for their love and their lessons and their friendship. i thank the florida suburbs for providing me a safe and inconspicuous background for me to be young and live a life so devoted and connected to school. i thank Providence for being a gentle, beautiful, and fun doorway into the world of actual cities. i thank it for its beautiful trees and architecture and Swan Point Cemetary and Brown and RISD and Thayer and Wickenden Streets. i thank it for bringing me my first real autumn and winter and spring. in an aside on a moment to my beloved friend Providence and Brown... i had a ritual with the city for thanksgiving which i always spent there while in college, a ritual for the Friday after Thanksgiving, dressing in fine clothes and taking myself and a book out for a good dinner and a long walk alone, often with a clove, walking through the crisp Autumn air in contemplation. those were beautiful times and i love them. and Boston, dear Boston forever my friend. good to me from the start and on every visit. on leaving from and returning to, always showing me something a bit different. Boston always did whatever it could for me and i met some of the most wonderful people i have ever known there. always a dear friend to me, Boston. and LA, loony loony LA LA Land. you gave me a good beating and though it sucked it was one i put to good use. in reality i can trace the first seeds of my present evolution to LA. LA which taught me so much about what is important to me and forced me to chill the fuck out, because i just had no choice. and New Orleans, my lover my love. you showed me life and beauty dirty and raw and real. you breathed in me and with me and still do. never have i connected so personally and so spiritually with a city and its spirit. never have i had such beautiful rituals with a place. never did i speak to the spirit of where i lived so constantly. i love you always. i miss you. i know you know why i had to leave. i am becoming the creature you made me want to be. and the Bay, land of mana, land of opportunity, land of growth. your milk is more nutritious than that of any other place i have been. i grow so quickly here. and you have tested my commitment and my resourcefulness. in your stange oversized body with many hearts and many faces i explore and eat and grow and create and play. it seems that it will be here that i truly start to fly, breathing life and story and fire. here in this city of overstimulation and distraction i have focus and drive and i follow my heart with passionate dedication driven by knowledge of the rightness of my life that is a real and true and knowledge in a dream. thank you so much San Francisco/Oakland. i have trouble focussing on your face, i don't know you like i knew New Orleans but i can feel you and the magic of your many jeweled eyes and hands and tongues.
and i could write a paragraph for each of my friends. i feel so blessed to have you in my life. so honored and so fortunate. know there is a whole universe of love in this small space. without you my loneliness would be crippling. for i am a social creature and lost without my tribe and my dear wandering creatures whom i meet and connect with and part from again. those small and ephemeral moments with kin-creatures never again seen are sacred, too.
and i am so thankful for this physical form in which i manifest, so kind to me, so minimal in ailments and limitations. so blessed i am to be me and i will not waste this but flourish to the greatest extent of my ability and will to make the world ever more healthy and alive and full of wonder and magic. to me there is no other reason to be. i am (like you) one of the myriad manifestations of the divine and i have long understood that it is my particular place in the world to help keep the world alive and colorfull, to catalyze change and possibility, to fight greyness and hopelessness and lethargy, and inspire the flourishing of things as themselves.
many blessings to you all in this divine dance of all manifesting self manifesting all.
many blessings indeed.