What’s the story in your head, asked my wise friend. I told her and then asked her what’s the story in your head, and she told me. And this helped us compare situations that we were in, usually with other people around us.
I had my party Saturday night. Suddenly everyone was there and it was like a dream where all your favorite people are in one room.
I burned incense at 11:00 am to start the preparation.
I forgot to lead a discussion with the group about what we are going to do in the current political scene.
We ate and drank and talked.
We came to no major conclusions, but by the end of the night learned of a Planned Parenthood fundraiser happening next month.
There was a little baby slug under the table the next morning as I put away the door and sawhorse table outside and this is how I heard the pretty birdsong and humming hummers.
I decided to go for a bike ride along the river. About halfway through I recognized a friend on the path so I stopped and we talked. Turns out we both went out to lift our mood.
After our chat I watched the river from the bridge and saw a merganser duck, swimming hard against the current. Then it gave up and flew toward land.
River
Spin
Push
Pull
Chop
I got on my bike and rode toward home on the other side of the river but the path was flooded. Two guys sat on a bench and complained about the world and it’s leaders.
As I got closer to home it got darker and it rained and then stopped and then a rainbow appeared.
A few blocks before home it hailed. That’s hard on the face and hands.
All my clothes were soaked and also my bike basket.
It was a very good hour out in the world.
The next day I met up with friends who, in the story in my head, were having a very wonderful holiday- reading by the fire from soft couches- but they weren’t. They weren’t having much of a good time. They told me about it when we met up.
It’s good to ask and listen to the other person’s story rather than only the one in our head.
Last night I walked holding a basket of beer in the dark and the rain a few blocks toward the party. When I got there everyone sat bundled up in jackets and hats holding hot water bottles and blankets. We talked and ate and drank and then sang together. One-time, no practice run.
Recently, a bunch of us were voted delegates for the local democratic party. I’ve been thinking that we can all be delegates in the sense of the word, we can represent. We can be seen. We can convey helpful messages to each other.
Music: Disasterpeace, Tender Backhoe
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