The mission of the last six weeks was a delta shaped drama, a long-ish journey, not quite long enough to become different at the skin's level, but enough time to consider yourself "Away". It was the type of journey you don't want to wash off, having enjoyed everything about who and where you were, and all that you have done. I could feel myself remolding over the Atlantic, though, try as I did to prepare for a thoughtful transition when returning to base.
My faithful cells resume their Coordinate: Home costume, against my will. These are things I would not write out, they seem better typed out, to you, since they're not really emotional ideas. I am not relieved to express them. They are ideas I want someone else to know about my own perspective.
Something i want other people to know today is that, the uncertainty and discomfort of returning home is quite welcome to me now. It's weird, I feel weird, and there we are. I found myself wanting to memorize the orientation in that other place, so I could bring it here and become that way. Aren't you glad to know that is not necessary?
the journey, a multi-movement suite, a two or three part drama with 65 years between the parts. It answered questions I had at present about life. So nothing else, a soft and quietening glow, some outside sounds of birds and rustling trees merging together with the hushes from behind the stage, and those out among the audiences.
After we finished our last day of work at the retreat center, the Dutch girl and myself sat chatting about all sorts of things, we came onto interdisciplinary fields and future talk. I was pretty glad to show her this website. It's a place which belongs to me, but to her who lives a life a bit different from mine, it's something new and spacious. I looked and realized with some humility how much has crossed my eyes. In these kind of situations, you're reminded the value in your perspective. everything you have seen or understand to be beautiful cannot be taken as a given.
"It's like a bigger instagram" Yea, actually this is what being online is all about. she said she hears the word website and expects something clear and perfect. For me I like things to be sick and dope, somehow. A nice reminder about my motivation, to nourish old/new ideas about having fun. We think this and we think that, but here in America we really sit with too many toys around.
I finally took a bath and we should say some things that are good about it all; My hair feels so good and clean again, the last month it was having to hide under a hat or be tied up. Now i think they feel comfortable spreading out, using some nice products, familiar water. My friends text me, welcome home.
I did some writing for you while i was away, weird reader, which I will begin to share in pieces now, surreptitiously ---
First Dose + Start of writing in Italy
++ While the Sun was transiting Pisces ++
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