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shades of sorrow, flavors of sweetness ~ March 10, 2002 - 2:50 a.m. still feeling a bit scattered. maybe a little more together than I was. ozone and I have been hovering on the edge of drama lately, rubbing up against the thin skin of annoyance again and again. the constant reminders: oh yeah, we don't have to do any of this. we both do our share of walking away; physically, mentally, emotionally. of course, I've always maintained that living with your ex post-breakup is not neccessarily the healthiest or most desireable of states. I'm not sure if it makes a difference that living together pre-breakup was also not (neccessarily) healthy, not (neccessarily) desireable. but still, we are friends. and still, there are moments of ease. more of those moments, perhaps, than before we let go of all expectations of each other. and I've started to get a grip on what needs to be done to make my bus livable. it has quite a laundry list of minor needs on top of the most obvious and major ones. it's a little daunting, but at the same time exciting. this is a project I'm going to enjoy. it feels kind of like I'm building myself a house. and last night I went to dance jam, and then went home with ever. each time we land in each other's arms we reinvent ourselves as lovers. always there is passion, always there is tenderness, but every time there is a different feeling to it, a distinct flavor. and somehow we are always able to find some peace with each other; we can each find in the other a place to rest, to be held softly in the arms of love given freely and without attachments and expectations. it's beautiful, really. and I realized, at last moontribe, that it had been a year to the moon since that first moontribe morning when we found each other on the beach and fell into love sweetly, deeply, immediately. what a journey this year has been. for us both. for us all.
(((rings))) |