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to think and see in terms of beauty ~ January 11, 2006 - 6:48 p.m.

i feel like i am on the edge of something new. possibilities, open and wild, all in the palm of my hand. is this what i came here for?

perhaps.

everything looks quiet and sweet. it's only inside that i am storms and light. so much i don't speak. i'm running errands, recovering from my first cold in eight months, flushing the toxins from my body and preparing for a job interview.

a job that feels like it's supposed to belong to me, that feels like the magic door which could make all of the possibilities come true. this is the dream.

i'm not so much talking about it yet. i'm holding it close, breathing in the feeling of openness and truth, and trying not to hold on too tight.

because even if this doesn't happen for me, life is still amazing.

i've told you so little about my life here, but know this: santa cruz is a place that allows you to think and see in terms of beauty. is a place that holds me in its arms and knows me as its own child. is a place where i feel most truly myself, feel truly held and known and seen. here, in this place, my base emotion is a state of rapturous joy.

i don't know what i can have done to deserve such blessings.

it's all i can do to keep giving back.

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