Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

And we’re lucky to know you. Cassie is a gem of a human. We’re lucky to know her ❤️
She brought me in and gave me an anchor point and a home here. She may not even know all that she has given me but I truly value her so much.
You, my lady, are more of the idea of who I want to hang out with lol like if we were in HS, I’d see you in the halls and be stoked when we got to chat a little. Hahaha
Also, anyone Cas thinks is cool-well they are clearly cool.
 
She brought me in and gave me an anchor point and a home here. She may not even know all that she has given me but I truly value her so much.
You, my lady, are more of the idea of who I want to hang out with lol like if we were in HS, I’d see you in the halls and be stoked when we got to chat a little. Hahaha
Also, anyone Cas thinks is cool-well they are clearly cool.
We would have been friends in high school. I’m always standoffish with women. Please don’t take it as not thinking you’re wonderful. Mean girls tend to hide in plain sight, so I usually wait to interact until after I see how you treat others. ❤️
 
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I've missed you @MedicalMuse and @Photog1rl and missed flirting and dancing and bar tending all over the boards with my dearest @Mrtenant.

I've been off line feeding my wild soul and reaching into my ancestral knowlege, connecting with the earth and opening my eyes to a sky where the milky way swathe washes over an inky dark valley nestled between verdant valleys and the aspen grove moves and shimmies like a sequined flapper girl.

I expect to be back to some of my usual places here. Thanks for leaving a light on and making my re-entry here full of love and friendship ❤️
 
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Closing The Circle, by Wendell Berry

Within the circle of our lives we dance the circle of the years,
the circles of the seasons within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon within the circles of the season,
the circles of our reasons within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go, changed, changing.
Hands join, unjoin in love and fear, grief and joy.
The circles turn, each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,

each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes we turn in pairs, that joining joining each to all again.

And then we turn aside, alone, out of the sunlight gone

into the darker circles of return.

In memory of DJK, blessed be his name.
 
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