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sunshine ramble ~ September 13, 2005 - 4:14 p.m. i last updated 27 days ago, blowing rearview mirror kisses to the boy. and now i'm in a different world. finding, again, who i am here, now. not who i was when i left. and not who i was in milwaukee. but this woman, here. more grownup and more childish, at once. shinier, sunnier, all brownskin and freckle. i find myself dancing down the street to the rhythm of santa cruz, and i remember how this is, how i am always dancing in santa cruz. i get to be beautiful in santa cruz. you're beautiful! susan, the sculptor said it, as i walked up the path of her wonderful victorian on my way to meet her and see the room she has for rent. i love her already. she showed me the room which has big huge windows facing the sunset that made me hop up and down in excitement. and the house, gorgeous and funky and fun and full of art. and just in my price range. down in santa cruz, near downtown but in a quiet little neighborhood. even the mailcarrier was smiling. sweet. we both have other people to see and meet, but i think there's a good chance i'll wind up living in susan's house. by the end of tea we were trying on each other's sandals. friend tom has given me the use of the trailer on his land while i am between the worlds. kind of an alternate home base. car being home world one right now. i'd forgotten about the relationship you develop with your car when you're on the road with it a long time. when it's both vehicle and nest. i took myself out to the drive in a few nights ago, "the brothers grimm" and "four brothers". both entertaining in their own way. i'm easy at the drive-in, i love that it's a double feature and i can just curl up with my blankets and my snacks. if only my car wasn't a petroleum-fueled combustion engine. (lower gas prices aren't the answer) we're leaving tomorrow for earthdance... now, that's gonna be a show. (yes, i've noticed the chaos. IT'S NOT JUST YOU.) if i were you, i'd be thinking about what you really need. what you want to have with you if there's a need to grab and run. it's just that kind of a time. (food, water, a change of clothes, a swiss army knife, a first aid kit, a thermal blanket or two...) why am i dancing? because i'm so happy. (the grief, i carry on my back) practice yoga, every day and remember to breathe. (remember?) (((((((breathe))))))))
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