i woke up early in the morning
top of "Three Sisters"
Sister Clara had left me in the sheets...

the window at the foot of the bed
[room as big as the bed]
held the waving green leaves...

the most green
roll to the left: Green

roll to the right: Mirror

i stared at myself
looking in my eyes
lashes, brows

my cheeks
the flush above the bones
the lips
lots of hair
looking

down:
Green

Light

Mornings

lots of walking around

my second day
i was running
and jumped
barefoot:
down on some sharp dead grass stalk:
punchture wound north of my heel

having to walk slowly
a little pain

that was days ago
today it hardly hurts.


now i'm sitting on a curb in the small town of Woodbury
across the street is an open wi-fi connection

i'm taking a moment to catch up

The sanctuary wasn't about having fun
it was about recouperating
healing

i didn't dance around the fire naked
and though quite a few people have wanted to have sex with me
i've only gotten hard once

i'm just about cuddling
the talking
watching
listening

never have a been to a faerygathering before and done so much listening
just receiving

conversations about absinth
yes, this kid here who makes it: distills it
i don't want to get into it that much now, do i?

craziness
the trees
all the people
massage exchange
such beautiful kids

just to be around such beautiful people...

i recommend it to everywone
be around people that turn you on
put yourself in the middle of beauty
dance
worship
sleep.

the dreams...

the joy

i'm very happy
tired
but feeling recharged...

a few moments on the computer
catching up
writing emails
a bit of stress running up my back

but i'm putting it out there to find more people to trade with when i get back to NYC
so i'm excited for that
lovers and friends

i'm feeling the wind blow through my hair
and it's hard to see the screen
sitting in a patch of green
on a sunny day

be home soon
love ya, pa




i back-dated a few things
you have to go to my page directly, apparently it doesn't show up on the friends page...