it's 4:27 on day 27 of my journey into the heart of my own insecurity. i'm gettin' sick of sayin' that the mother is having her way with me, so today i choose to say "i'm feelin' it." my gut rumbles in my second bout with dysentary...don't drink the water...or do, and let it move through you... ;)
i have been slackin' on my commitment to keep a running journal, as i've not had daily access to a computer, and i've given myself 40,000 projects while i'm here...of course. is this not the pattern i've sought to smash in the last 365 days? i came out with an ipod to record songs, a computer to record thoughts, a sketchbook to record colors, a body to record love, and a desire to chase down the unattainable...the love of a madwoman.
it's all happening, of course, but in its own stunted disjointed time. i'm teaching classes in the midst of the mix, and of course interacting with those at the house...an eclectic array of international travellers called to our halls by our hearts and the promise of something extraordinary.
we got sauce.
and i've got the runs.
love