oh, no. I'm ruined. (found a recovered draft from a few days ago)
Po Girl was good. So was Jackie Greene. So was the Montana sunset over its yellow mountains, and the deer that joined us briefly for the show.
I'm supposed to go back to Portland, now?
Does anyone else get into either/or conversations such as, "Everyone is either a mountain person, or an ocean person..."? I've found myself in that one a few times, and since my migration from Wisconsin to Oregon, I've said, "Oh, an ocean person... Without a doubt." But then, maybe something happened to me in Alaska, because I came back to Oregon and said, sassily, "Look at those cute little mountains..." And watched on my trip out to Montana, while the earth rose and fell from west to east, never as engulfed in the landscape as when the pines made taller sloping walls on either side of us. Yes, the ocean might always be my most sacred spot, but I'm not sure I want to live at an altar, or if waking up and seeing it everyday would make it less altar-like.
(On an unrelated note,)
I ran into Rumi at a thrift store in Missoula yesterday. Found an old favorite:
Sometimes I forget completely
What companionship is.
Unconscious and insane, I spill sad
Energy everywhere. My story
Gets told in various ways: a romance,
A dirty joke, a war, a vacancy.
Divide my forgetfulness by any number,
It will go around.
These dark suggestions that I follow,
Are they part of some plan?
Friends, be careful. Don't come near me
Out of curiosity, or sympathy.