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'Twas just a tad too chilly out for a sustained weeding session today. Instead I roamed around CopperMoon, taking care of stuff inside (laundry, dishes, packing for o'mnorrow's return drive to the Hive, uploading music, burning CDs, &c.) and outside (chopping wood into kindling, shunting firewood to the Wood-Housenear the house (as well as an armful inside for a fire tonight). I do so like having a Wood Stove here at CopperMoon/home North and the eves're still cold enough to justify FIRE).
I enjoyed t'other outside activity far less than dealing w/wood, although 'twas equally necessary. ( Cut for Possible Squeamishness / Tiny Knacker Svc: Ben Begone! )
Okay, I've been listening to Ben on repeat for a while now. And I've gone into a full-blown nostalgia kick, thinking back on that summer in NH (1983), on Toad Rips to Boston, MA, to Hampton Beach, NH, to my r-ship(s) then, to so much from & about so long ago, to connections, to intimacy, to roads shared, to paths followed, to choices made. I wanna - and will - head back to San Diego on one of my SoCal jaunts and visit w/Danno again.
Emotions: bittersweetness, yearning yet getting nostalgic for what's nearly gone/past/done. Wondering what's next. As someone reminded me recently, there's no shame in hope. Not sure where to set my sights next.
Wandering into realm of wondering how yearnings shift to might've beens, 'bout accepting that potential/possibilities don't always manifest, 'bout decisions to move on, mixed w/my preferring to live mindfully & actively rather than just letting things happen yet also feeling a need for things to unfold organically. Again w/the balance 'tween rut/security/passivity vs.* activity/mindfulness/change/uncertainty. Not sure if'n *VERSUS is the best/only way to consider this balancing act - or even if'n these're what's been balanced/versus'd.
I enjoyed t'other outside activity far less than dealing w/wood, although 'twas equally necessary. ( Cut for Possible Squeamishness / Tiny Knacker Svc: Ben Begone! )
Okay, I've been listening to Ben on repeat for a while now. And I've gone into a full-blown nostalgia kick, thinking back on that summer in NH (1983), on Toad Rips to Boston, MA, to Hampton Beach, NH, to my r-ship(s) then, to so much from & about so long ago, to connections, to intimacy, to roads shared, to paths followed, to choices made. I wanna - and will - head back to San Diego on one of my SoCal jaunts and visit w/Danno again.
Emotions: bittersweetness, yearning yet getting nostalgic for what's nearly gone/past/done. Wondering what's next. As someone reminded me recently, there's no shame in hope. Not sure where to set my sights next.
Wandering into realm of wondering how yearnings shift to might've beens, 'bout accepting that potential/possibilities don't always manifest, 'bout decisions to move on, mixed w/my preferring to live mindfully & actively rather than just letting things happen yet also feeling a need for things to unfold organically. Again w/the balance 'tween rut/security/passivity vs.* activity/mindfulness/change/uncertainty. Not sure if'n *VERSUS is the best/only way to consider this balancing act - or even if'n these're what's been balanced/versus'd.
