the old-school guestbook archives
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river is flowing... ~ may 21, 2001 - 3:57 p.m. river is flowing flowing and growing river is flowing down to the sea... mother earth carry me a child I will always be mother earth carry me down to the sea... meredith gave me that song. I stayed with her up on the land where she lives last night. she woke me up with strawberries, and then we went down to the creek to soak and sing and welcome the sun. time has passed, is passing, is flowing the way it does... tomorrow morning we leave early for strawberry, which is its own world, so I'll be absent from this one for a week or so. we get back next monday. I'll miss you all... leave a flower in my guestbook if you drop by while I'm gone. ...so I had this block about His Holiness the Dalai Lama. I just found out a couple of weeks ago that he was going to be teaching here this last weekend, but I couldn't seem to get past the block. I had no information about tickets or access or anything... I really wanted to hear him speak, but I couldn't seem to do anything to make it happen. apparently, the universe wasn't going to let me go that easily. on saturday, I ran into darin at the blue sun, and he was heading up to the shoreline to be a volunteer usher at His Holiness' teaching. he wound up taking me, tim, samantha, persephone, and mo up with him. me, tim, and mo got in as volunteer ushers. samantha and persephone got tickets from an angel outside the gate. of course, I missed some of what His Holiness had to say because I was working, but it was still incredible. he is so beautiful. and the message was pretty basic: it's time we started loving each other. mad vegan feast at garden fresh (incredible asian food), and then we headed home... persephone curled up with me in the wayback of mo's van... persephone... three years old, giggling indigo child with blonde ringlets... can I use you as a pillow? of course... she and I curled like kittens in the darkness, we talked in sleepy voices about magic and beauty, and then she said-- me and you are gonna be best friends forever... and when you're stuck, like when you're hanging by your knees from the jungle gym and you get stuck, and you're just hanging there, I'm going to come, and I'm going to lift you up. you're my angel, I told persephone. river is flowing... flowing and growing... river is flowing... down to the sea...
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