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...
