I spent all of today cleaning up from the past week. Unpacking the weasel, washing the camping gear, filtering through the coolers for remnants of food, sorting through the costumes, shaking out the glitter. As of now, the car is cleaned and smelling sweet and I have my post BM manicure/pedicure. How nice to get those final bits of dirt out from under my nails. (Thanks Doug.)
Im still processing what happened out there. What did happen? And the aftershocks of my time in Black Rock City are starting to hit my "everyday life". I'm getting hints from Mr Jauntie from all fronts. Be a tricky clever fluffy rabbit. Step carefully among the rattlesnakes.
I strung my horns over my head as I took my first step in Los Angeles. I walked into practice regardless of my self-importance to slow moving earth affection. I wonder about this decision I have made to live the myth. I step outside to practice in the light of the bar with a favorite colleague. A moth draws to us. At dinner later, he tells me, that the goals do not interest him. I am inwardly reminded of my natural inclination to make goals. He is right, it's all about being right here in the present. This world has much to offer. Why focus on the future goal. Cut your teeth today.
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