well, i don't hardly know her...

(an open letter)

i had such an amazing time last night. from the crossroads to the grilled bananas to the mirrored speakers, to the seduction of melancholy, to the primal vs. demonstration, to houses that you can drive AND blow up...

amazing.

now, this morning, i sit on the side of a hill outside dundee, the yamhill valley laid out at my feet and watching the sun diffuse through the seeming everpresent oregon cloud blanket, wondering where and when i knew you before.

i guess we are all connected, i never ascribed these feelings to past lives... other than the possible connection with our continuous and transmuting energies.

what happens next?
where do i go?
who do i connect with?

whats really important?

these are the questions that i find myself mulling.

its a big world out there.

i want you to know that i enjoyed our many-levels conversation. something to take with me as i move through this next day.

i feel enriched somehow. i'm a little more than i was twenty-four hours ago. i find you to be an increadible woman... and yet knowing also my own toxicity, my place in life now as a very self-oriented person... i desire to spend more time with you and worry about how that energy moves upon you. i hope for the good. i hope for the better. i hope for comfort in some little bit of companionship.

thank you for sharing those few hours. good stuff.

hope raleigh is doing well today. poor fella (he's lucky to have you).