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jchrisobrien) wrote2008-06-17 12:05 pm
jchrisobrien) wrote2008-06-17 12:05 pm
...it makes a lovely light.
Every step I take on my sore feet brings back the memory of how they got that way: playing ultimate frisbee in the rain, then dousing our over heated bodes in the pond.
When I put my face in my blanket, I smell the sweet aroma of smoke, and I remember how it got that way: standing at the edge of the circle, staff in hand, blanket around my shoulders. You look like a king, she said.
I see my face in the mirror, red and rough, and I remember how it got that way: learning how to move my hips in the saidi rhythm, or bending a staff around my neck and shoulders.
I'm back in my office right now, but I feel a taste of that same sensation that Lindau Nemesis spoke about: a disassociation, a dislocation. My body is here, but my mind is still in the woods, and when I close my eyes I can still see the wheels of fire. It was not a perfect weekend, there were major highs and some deep lows. But at the root of it, I learned. I learned new techniques and new skills, which I expected to. I learned more about myself too, and my place in the world. When the fall comes around, I will return to burn brighter than before.
In between, there will be more fire. Oh yes there will.
When I put my face in my blanket, I smell the sweet aroma of smoke, and I remember how it got that way: standing at the edge of the circle, staff in hand, blanket around my shoulders. You look like a king, she said.
I see my face in the mirror, red and rough, and I remember how it got that way: learning how to move my hips in the saidi rhythm, or bending a staff around my neck and shoulders.
I'm back in my office right now, but I feel a taste of that same sensation that Lindau Nemesis spoke about: a disassociation, a dislocation. My body is here, but my mind is still in the woods, and when I close my eyes I can still see the wheels of fire. It was not a perfect weekend, there were major highs and some deep lows. But at the root of it, I learned. I learned new techniques and new skills, which I expected to. I learned more about myself too, and my place in the world. When the fall comes around, I will return to burn brighter than before.
In between, there will be more fire. Oh yes there will.
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It sucks that you can't make it to the 4th, but I'll think of you, and make sure to get photos and video for my first poi burn. You get some of your trip too, man!
There will be more fire, oh yes.
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