this morning, i penciled Us in. Me, Tay, Tazmeena, there at campsite B.
and then i turned the camera just a little, and there I was…looking all Spirit like. The sunlight from behind in the Room reflecting off the graphite. How interesting. and it fixed things for me. I'd woken being afraid. Wanting to go NOWHERE. Wanting things to just stay the same, meaning that i could continue to labor under the illusion that i can keep everyone SAFE. Which, maybe i can. But that precludes so MUCH. and i really don't want to preclude so much. ….so asking….grace!, what do you really want to happen here? like Really? What are you WILLING to DO? or not.?
that spirit self, said Go. For Tay, for Tazmeena, for the Goats in the long run, for Jenny, Alyssia, Julian, Destiny, Emrie. GO.
skipping ahead
i got a call from Jenny…she couldn't find the key where Travis said it would be. Oh, Jeez. So i call Travis and he is sleeping, key in ashtray. Call Jenny back and she calls some time later saying that Sunny went UP to Campsite C, went Strong, no hesitation, was BETTER than any of their vehicles and i was so Proud. Maybe i'll get him pimped out….like new bumper etc. Someday. He deserves it.
a few mintues ago, she mailed me these
and i got this HUGE grin! There is Sunny. the 1983 Toyota Truck! Campsite B! Bob Marley is on the visor. Sunny!, in California!!!!!!!
and
Bill's dad, Lee's chair and the two table benches, Old Cowboy's mother's aluminum rocker. There. There!….how just so Crazy to see them There!
it's just SomeThing. Who would've imagined.
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