This weekend was perfect
I'll end up saying more later, but that is the simple truth of it tonight: my weekend was perfect.
Which is not to say that terrible events and sad times (and even my own health-fail times) did not occur among us this weekend, but that every single time something happened it was met with a cocoon of love and tidal wave of understanding, support, advice, inspiration, and acceptance of however best that person took comfort in that time-place-situation.
I am the girl, who no matter how present I am at an event, a class, camping, I will check my e-mail/lj-comments/twitter with rabid fascination at night before sleeping, in the morning on waking, during breaks, sometimes in the bathroom, or if I'm really not into it during a meditation. And this weekend? Without meaning to, without making a serious, decision, I almost completely forgot about the internet existing at all for three days.
I forgot about Friday being a Friday. I forgot the time to count down until I was less than two hours from leaving. For the first time in over two years, I was just completely there. I was just in the moment. I was just in this perfect, sacred, transformative, bubble of home, family, friends, love and magic. In such a safe, beautiful world and time that it’s hard to dream of coming back down to my life tomorrow morning.
For now I've finally managed to clear a good two-thirds of my inbox and I must sleep to be awake at six in the morning. All my love to you all (and all my gratitude, again and again and again, to the ten of you).
[This entry was originally posted at http://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2189806.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]
Which is not to say that terrible events and sad times (and even my own health-fail times) did not occur among us this weekend, but that every single time something happened it was met with a cocoon of love and tidal wave of understanding, support, advice, inspiration, and acceptance of however best that person took comfort in that time-place-situation.
I am the girl, who no matter how present I am at an event, a class, camping, I will check my e-mail/lj-comments/twitter with rabid fascination at night before sleeping, in the morning on waking, during breaks, sometimes in the bathroom, or if I'm really not into it during a meditation. And this weekend? Without meaning to, without making a serious, decision, I almost completely forgot about the internet existing at all for three days.
I forgot about Friday being a Friday. I forgot the time to count down until I was less than two hours from leaving. For the first time in over two years, I was just completely there. I was just in the moment. I was just in this perfect, sacred, transformative, bubble of home, family, friends, love and magic. In such a safe, beautiful world and time that it’s hard to dream of coming back down to my life tomorrow morning.
For now I've finally managed to clear a good two-thirds of my inbox and I must sleep to be awake at six in the morning. All my love to you all (and all my gratitude, again and again and again, to the ten of you).
[This entry was originally posted at http://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2189806.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]