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September 17, 2006

Approach of the Sea III


Apporach of the Sea III
a moment from moonbird.

Yes, I know, I fell off the face of the Earth (rather, off the coast of that mythical frontier, California). While I have been journaling my experiences religiously, I've been lax in the electronic format. Whodathunkit? Anyway, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

I am having a stellar time, even with the knee getting worse, and having a rather tedious episode of getting lost in the city trying to corner another mythical frontier, The Castro, and all of the emotion and power of that rainbow. We've been to Big Sur, Monterey, and, well, just about everything I can think of. But it's been the relaxation I need, I'm feeling replenished and at peace.

There's much more to say, much more to articulate that cannot yet be attached to words, these feelings of mine for this place and the feelings stirred as I choose to decontextualize myself amid the glittering skylines and emerald waves. Words are forming, like the fog belt, and encroaching, and like it there is no forcing, words appear on their own terms. So, when they do, there'll be more. One joyously lets go of expectation, slips onto the moment like a cable car on Market, cresting the hill, awaiting the next intersection, upon which one disembarks free, timeless, and hopeful...

Posted by jaybird at 01:25 PM | Comments (0)

Approach of the Sea III


Apporach of the Sea III
a moment from moonbird.

Yes, I know, I fell off the face of the Earth (rather, off the coast of that mythical frontier, California). While I have been journaling my experiences religiously, I've been lax in the electronic format. Whodathunkit? Anyway, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

I am having a stellar time, even with the knee getting worse, and having a rather tedious episode of getting lost in the city trying to corner another mythical frontier, The Castro, and all of the emotion and power of that rainbow. We've been to Big Sur, Monterey, and, well, just about everything I can think of. But it's been the relaxation I need, I'm feeling replenished and at peace.

There's much more to say, much more to articulate that cannot yet be attached to words, these feelings of mine for this place and the feelings stirred as I choose to decontextualize myself amid the glittering skylines and emerald waves. Words are forming, like the fog belt, and encroaching, and like it there is no forcing, words appear on their own terms. So, when they do, there'll be more. One joyously lets go of expectation, slips onto the moment like a cable car on Market, cresting the hill, awaiting the next intersection, upon which one disembarks free, timeless, and hopeful...

Posted by jaybird at 01:20 PM | Comments (0)