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Introduction...
11 August 2008 18:15How long was I, in this place? hours? Minutes? Decades? Certianly not, but possible. For on the land, time pieces are merley a hellish hinderence, a useless thread tied to "That" place. That place of wal-mart, of dead-lines, curfews, and periods, moments, defined and placed into categories. Numbers.
Because I have all the time I need.
I realised this, as I woke up from my slumber this morning. I drempt, and possibly slept walk, examining the fabric curtains, the moonlight through the window. "Am I in my tent?" I asked myself, as I slowly drifted onto the queen size matress, and warm, DRY, blankets.
No, this wasn't my tent. I had indeed returned from Kawashaway.
After such an amazing experience, still riding the energy produced and somewhat contained, I find myself today wanting to be alone, adjusting to my mudane home.
And drown out to some Kristina Das. The cd's were my self-welcome-home gift.
Slowly acclamating myself to the this old world from the land beyond. I had lunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imyaj, had a wonderful conversation with mom and dad, and Jim (of Jim and Dennis) came over as well. The house was well kept, and Mr. Phat Borris was awaiting....of course I talked to Al-the-healer as well....we are having dinner tonight.
Slowly, that which was, will succumb to be locked in memories and totems....as if it were nothing but a dream.
This year at Kawashaway was about aniversarys. The 21st gathering, the 20th on the land, and the 19th of the Radikal Faeries. Or something to that effect. During the ten days, there was alot of reminicing, recalling, return to events that happened in the past. How things were, and how they have ermergeged, grown.
There is a partial of land available to us, for expansion. As we were piecing together the past, we were figuring out our fortune and our future.
I met Willow in the wood. A young soul, who was on the same cruise ship I was in 2007. There is no doubt, there was a reason for him to return to gathering after a 7 year hiatus.
This year was an aniversary for me. A year. A calander year, from start to finish, a foot race, of the moment I decided to heal myself. I decided, I made the choice for myself, to make a change. To LIVE THROUGH THIS. THIS LIFE THING ISN'T FOR SISSY'S.
Much like last year, I returned to no messages, or letters, or e-mails.
Funny how things run full circle doesn't it.
Except that I have changed. I have grown. I have started to heal.
My daily routine was to awake, and do meditation each day, on what I would learn, and what I would teach-to the day. I would have brunch, and dinner, wash dishes, and spend the early morning reading, doing art, or talking by cander light......
Because I have all the time I need.
I realised this, as I woke up from my slumber this morning. I drempt, and possibly slept walk, examining the fabric curtains, the moonlight through the window. "Am I in my tent?" I asked myself, as I slowly drifted onto the queen size matress, and warm, DRY, blankets.
No, this wasn't my tent. I had indeed returned from Kawashaway.
After such an amazing experience, still riding the energy produced and somewhat contained, I find myself today wanting to be alone, adjusting to my mudane home.
And drown out to some Kristina Das. The cd's were my self-welcome-home gift.
Slowly acclamating myself to the this old world from the land beyond. I had lunch with
imyaj, had a wonderful conversation with mom and dad, and Jim (of Jim and Dennis) came over as well. The house was well kept, and Mr. Phat Borris was awaiting....of course I talked to Al-the-healer as well....we are having dinner tonight.Slowly, that which was, will succumb to be locked in memories and totems....as if it were nothing but a dream.
This year at Kawashaway was about aniversarys. The 21st gathering, the 20th on the land, and the 19th of the Radikal Faeries. Or something to that effect. During the ten days, there was alot of reminicing, recalling, return to events that happened in the past. How things were, and how they have ermergeged, grown.
There is a partial of land available to us, for expansion. As we were piecing together the past, we were figuring out our fortune and our future.
I met Willow in the wood. A young soul, who was on the same cruise ship I was in 2007. There is no doubt, there was a reason for him to return to gathering after a 7 year hiatus.
This year was an aniversary for me. A year. A calander year, from start to finish, a foot race, of the moment I decided to heal myself. I decided, I made the choice for myself, to make a change. To LIVE THROUGH THIS. THIS LIFE THING ISN'T FOR SISSY'S.
Much like last year, I returned to no messages, or letters, or e-mails.
Funny how things run full circle doesn't it.
Except that I have changed. I have grown. I have started to heal.
My daily routine was to awake, and do meditation each day, on what I would learn, and what I would teach-to the day. I would have brunch, and dinner, wash dishes, and spend the early morning reading, doing art, or talking by cander light......