Mini-Epiphanies

Finally! All this freakin' thrashing about now makes a helluva lot more sense. Shoes have fallen, along w/scales from eyes. Rose-colored glasses left on the bedside table of a nice hotel. No, I ain't gonna go into detail here. Suffice it to say it feels like a weight off to have more of a handle on whassup (e.g., a typical process rather than something huge/different/horrid).

Faith matters...by which I mean trust. In myself.

And now: to get on w/the day.

PacNW = Home

'Twas exactly four years ago that I signed the lease on the Hive. Come Spring Equinox, I'll celebrate living here for four years. That gets me mighty close to tying w/the second-longest I've lived in any one dwelling anywhere.

It's been a pretty amazing journey. I look forward to discovering more 'bout my hometown and increasing my connections hereabouts as the years move ever onward.

The sun's broken through the thick fog, both actually (bright outside) and figuratively (in my head). Moving here was the right thing for me. Choosing to spend more time here matters muchly nowadays.

Mortality

I have more need of condolence than congrats cards these days. This makes sharing the joys and pleasures of life just that much more vital and necessary.

The candles're lit 'n' glowing. The music's playing (B Dylan's It's All Over Now, Baby Blue). Thoughts 'n' feelings're swirling all around. I want to dance, to scream, to celebrate being alive while I can...

Less interested in BAPAMAP now. More interested in extreme intensity, in sustained visions, in mutual sharings of joys 'n' sorrows. Fear. Loss. Wanna live while I can...