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Recovery(hi, sorry, I wrote this all sleep deprived. forgive me as I ramble) There was beauty and vastness this weekend. elly & I returned to Sierra Hot Springs on Saturday night after a full day of Love Parade'ing with Tamara. We found a random underground black market art auction (I want barging in trying to bid on a neon sign, totally oblivious to the asking price! hahah, embarrassed me!) where I bought a beautiful new piece of photography for our little house. I'm a patron of the arts, yo. It took until after the drunk people were out on Saturday night for us to leave town. As we drove past Vacaville, heading towards Sacramento, we saw the half moon rise, fat and yellow over the hills. Something inside of us broke open then. Maybe just being out of the city, maybe the moon's effect on us both, but more likely is that feeling of being between places. There's a sense during those moments of transit, a feeling of being neither here nor there, where truth can really happen. I wonder if people who sail long distances feel that way. I hope so! It is a wonderful thing to know that there are places in the world that can cater to our non-standard hours and lifestyle. It is almost more wonderful to show up and find that there are other people just like us, even if they're teenagers, dumbfounded by our desire to drive 215+ miles just to "get a hotel and soak in the pools." We arrived in the dark of night, and left in the darkness of early dawn. We sat in hallowed pools, experienced ALL three corners of the one-stoplight-town, marveled at the beauty of cows and stars, of meadows and mountains, and we rested. The soul and mind are rejuvenated. .... Another really nice thing: a true beautiful San Francisco moment. A week ago, elly & I went to Ocean Beach to do yoga and watch the sunset. It was nice; we felt a little bit like freaks, but not too bad off. Then, out of nowhere, without even speaking a word, a couple walks up. The woman starts doing sun salutations with us, her palms and heels digging deeper into the sand, while her partner picks up one of elly's hoops, and just starts hooping. Total, silent, abject acceptance. The heat of the sun sank into the Pacific. It was perfect. |
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