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I arrived home yesterday. Not much to tell; I was despicably well-behaved this year. ; ) I made use of the hours of lectures on extraneous offense evidence and offering hearsay statements of an unavailable victim under a party-opponent theory (er, bullshit)...well, let's just say I had plenty of time to indulge my postcard and stationary fetish. The one incredibly interesting highlight to all of this was that I had a long conversation with the attorney who's prosecuting the Yates case. I've seen a lot of sickening shit in my life and it's rare that just hearing about something literally makes me queasy....this did. There's not a punishment horrible enough for this fucking monster (and believe me, I could think of some doosies). Hearing about this case left me with an even more urgent longing for my children and I was supremely content when they came running out of the house into my arms once I was home.
I am also ecstatic to see my beloved friend back amongst the writing. (Oh, and the package did arrive, Val, and it is FABULOUS!!!!!! The grotesque puppet stamps were magnificent!! Heh! Thank you!!---I'll address this to you later! : ) )
So, home again, and back to my ordinary life. Fall is always the time of my metamorphosis...a time when I take stock of things and decide what will change. I have had such a strong feeling that this season will bring changes whether I choose them for myself or not...I can smell hints of them in the cedar smoke on the night breeze. It's as if the leaves are shaking off the trees to warn me....be ready. It knots my stomach with apprehension...that fight or flight response mixed with being bound by the roots to where I am. I find my comfort in those roots, though, and for the first time in a long while, I'm certain that I'm going to weather whatever storms blow in over the next few months.
I am also ecstatic to see my beloved friend back amongst the writing. (Oh, and the package did arrive, Val, and it is FABULOUS!!!!!! The grotesque puppet stamps were magnificent!! Heh! Thank you!!---I'll address this to you later! : ) )
So, home again, and back to my ordinary life. Fall is always the time of my metamorphosis...a time when I take stock of things and decide what will change. I have had such a strong feeling that this season will bring changes whether I choose them for myself or not...I can smell hints of them in the cedar smoke on the night breeze. It's as if the leaves are shaking off the trees to warn me....be ready. It knots my stomach with apprehension...that fight or flight response mixed with being bound by the roots to where I am. I find my comfort in those roots, though, and for the first time in a long while, I'm certain that I'm going to weather whatever storms blow in over the next few months.
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Hi Cate
WILD GEESE
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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Me, too! Especially this year, it seems. Whether I invite it or not... Thank you for posting this. Good to know it's happening to others too. (not just me all alone). Love you!
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Hopefully they'll just deliver it and it will be waiting for me at the new house when we arrive.
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