Ready to « go » again. Retreat in Portugal this time.
After all these years, I still love (or am in love with?) the idea that any number of disparate individuals choose to come together from their very singular lives and sit down as one for awhile. Day after day. And acknowledge that we’re all in this together. That there’s bad stuff going down all around, as well as marvels that knock you out, lift you up, stop you, start you, swoon and embrace you. That you can’t take it or leave it. Or you can try, but what you try to take you’ll lose and what you try to leave will follow follow follow.
Sit and see. There’s no telling what it will be.
O joy!
This morning I sat with you, Amy, Claudia, Kristel and you, and you, and you…
I sat "au coin du feu", somewhere in Normandy, then I went for a kinhin "entre terre et mer", running so slowly…not as slow as snails crossing the "chemin", la vie au ralenti, la vie sous toutes ses formes et la mort aussi: un chat arrêté dans sa course…et les vaches, et les moutons tondus, et les mouettes…O joy!…