4/5/2010 - High on Bozeman

Parked in a window seat with the window wide open (no screen even), the cool air sweeps around my hot skin like love. I listen. So many clicks and peeps and hums and vibrations and pops and drips and drops and coos and quacks and move-yer-feeeeeeets and honks. How could I have gotten so lucky? How come everyone is not here in this windowseat right now? Or are they? I close my eyes and bring them.

Later:

My journal prompt asks me to write about what I'm afraid of and about coming back from despair, heartache, trauma… writing about old dramas and fear bores me tonight. I am in a bubble of love and want only to stay here. Right here. In this little bed under this sweet windowseat in this comfortable home that holds my sister friends and nephew friends and Bellalicious and sister's friend in Bozeman, Montana, on this beautiful day.

Things I was afraid of today:

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