This faded summer...passing by.
Tonight's date night consisted of a rousing game of Nertz...Joel and I decided that whoever arrived at 1 million points will win. This is going to take a lifetime. How romantic...
The last week and a half has been a whirlwind of activity rich with meaning, sadness, hyperactivity, laughter, white wine, not enough sleep, and great food.
Last week, my dear pen-pal and bosom friend, Plume, rolled into Seattle for a week of R&R with Kelly and I. We flitted all about and did Seattle right. We frolicked on the beach in Seattle's first summer rain, we gabbed for hours while emptying bottles of pinot grigio, we sat in awe of the process and pain of art, we all three cried at some point, we spent Plume's money at Ikea, we sang the tunes of musicals and laughed in delight at Mamma Mia; we hiked, we dined like royalty, we chopped veggies and played board games. There was a jamming extravaganza, freshly baked bread, a peach & cherry pie, and hot, tasty pho.
I tell you, after knowing and loving this hummingbird lady for 1.5 years from afar, it was right and good to have her finally in my arms and me in hers.
I tell you, after knowing and loving this hummingbird lady for 1.5 years from afar, it was right and good to have her finally in my arms and me in hers.
mme." height="383" width="500">After she left, I went home and slept a very long time...and missed her. Soon, my friends...there will be many more pictures to come.
The next day, the saint and I wandered out to Hat Island to celebrate Devon's 27th bday, gorging ourselves on sand, sun, and rest.
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| From Devon's 27th Bday Weekend |
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| From Devon's 27th Bday Weekend |
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| From Devon's 27th Bday Weekend |
We boated over to the island,
our souls bobbing up and down with glee
and Red Stripe.
I was caught off guard,
alarmed even
at the reflection of my solitude in the sea.
It was blinding, and I forgot that I wasn't alone.
These people have a knack of reminding me.
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| From Devon's 27th Bday Weekend |
That night, after a veritable feast,
We toasted her...
It tasted so sweet, watching each other love this young lady,
a lady startlingly easy to love.
Though she often cannot see it.
We toasted her courage to be herself
Her determination to be intimate
Her healing hands
Her persistence in loving herself, despite herself.
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| From Devon's 27th Bday Weekend |
That night
In the darkness,
Sound tracked only by the steady pulse of wake and Neko,
Matt and Jer agreed that it's been the best summer since
The summer of red wine and David Bowie.
And though it is indeed going quickly,
this faded summer will not pass us by
at least not without
note.
Ms. Case is making sure of it.
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| Devon's 27th Bday Weekend |
Did I mention I walked into the ocean in my pjs?
It was a moral imperative, though I don't usually do that sort of thing.
I sneaked away from the group for a bit to catch my much needed breath, and enjoyed the most tasty 2002 Rioja while writing pages and pages. I got to thinking about a lot of things...namely inhibition.
Not because I don't agree, but because it's boring.
It was a moral imperative, though I don't usually do that sort of thing.
I sneaked away from the group for a bit to catch my much needed breath, and enjoyed the most tasty 2002 Rioja while writing pages and pages. I got to thinking about a lot of things...namely inhibition.
Our society values the uninhibited, at least the bohemian society in which I am entrenched does. I suppose there is one thing I am a bit tired of in myself, and that's how I swim in the murky water of self-loathing in wanting to be uninhibited but also knowing that by nature, I am a cautious soul. This can sometimes clash with those who cast off inhibitions easily and throw caution to the wind, and who I find could use a dash of inhibition for the sake of others. In our society, I think the general consensus is to come down on those who are inhibited and assume that suggesting a shot of tequila and social abandon will truly free them. So I pose this question, are those who are uninhibited truly free? And are those who are more cautious truly imprisoned? If your answer to this question is "Candace, we all just need balance," I'll tell you right now that I'll secretly disregard this diplomacy.
Not because I don't agree, but because it's boring.
Happy Monday,
3 comments:
i don't have a response yet to the inhibition inquiry (which i think is a great one, by the way). i just wanted to say it makes my heart hurt (in a good way, i think) to read about your time together as a trio. and you DO look perfect together, the three of you. what a precious week it must have been.
Balance is boring... :)
I think it is very likely the the reasons why some are free are no more noble than the reasons why others are not. True, it is not "fair" that one should have to make him/herself acceptable to others by tempering their soul, but temperance itself can be a soulful act, especially for the cautious. The important thing we should remember is that we must always esteem each other and really proceed with caution when our way seems better than the ways of others.
All people believe that their own views are superior to the views of others (myself included), otherwise we would simply change our view to that which we believe to be superior. We don't need to agree and in fact shouldn't, as we should realize that if there is one thing that the existential conundrum of post-modernity has taught us it is that sometimes we must hold opposites to be both true... not because it is possible for them to both be true but because we are yet unable to say how they are both true and need to be able to come to terms with that.
It is not someone else's inhibition which truly causes discomfort to us, but the realization that the person who is uninhibited appears to be something we think that we 'ought' to be... and my friends, when you feel yourself tempted to believe that you 'ought' to be something other than what you already are, you have stepped onto the path that ultimately leads to non-existence.
...but just look at those perfect white jeans will you???
(I know..that's a trite thing to mention after the saint's eloquent waxing on...)
With complete absence of non-existence,
Plume
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