We're back in Eastern WA now after three months of festival life. Thank you for your inspiration, elevation, and presence
at all the wonderful events we attended. It's like Franklin said:
"Yeah. . .every day is more beautiful than the last, but yesterday was the best day of your life."
Sincere being is not a momentary wild freak-out ecstasy, it's like a plateau of satisfaction and beauty
that stretches on endlessly with every moment.
A short ode:
Divided my heart
into three equal parts
ran away with her make-up and her hula-hoop
still swinging around my heart
The best day of my life was yesterday
but each day is better than the last
swiftly becoming a maniac
happiness that does not pass
How does the sun see itself
when the other stars are so far away
the heat of your light came so close
to me that day
strung me up around her neck in pretty orange beads
to right to be shy and too small to lead
spend it in a perfect moment
endlessly
We just rolled out of the Mountains yesterday. Thank you Mother Earth for grounding us out. Building cordwood and
eating wild plants. Pruning basil and picking blueberries. Mountain Yoga and fresh goat milk.
The best drug on earth is sharing an entire flat of the kind home-grown blueberries with a few good friends.
Wizard of the woods, thank you for the Yew wood. Your peace magic is everywhere and it grows when it is shared. Let's
send it to the Buddhist monks in Tibet who now need permission from the Chinese government before they can reincarnate.
Becca
Amazing things move in increments too fast to be captured. . .
It's like you're holding a cup of water, half-empty, and when you glance down again you're standing in the ocean. . .a
drop rippling in an infinity of beauty.
