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all the riches
feb. 12-13
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i'm so glad to have been allowed to stay behind for an afterparty. after all the guests left, and people have traded info, and all the bottles have dried, my ride stayed behind and wanted to talk about certain things. what i'm really, really grateful about this talk is that it's the most honest conversation i've had in a long, long time. i'm not skilled enough with words to describe it, but i'm sure it's evident.
with a youth group i used to be part of, i always felt overstimulated. like, i felt there was always something up, always something else that required my participation. i guess it's the dessert wine, ahahaha. but one of them held a glass of red wine while the other leaned back in his chair and just listened. i put my notebook down from the crystal coffeetable to the floor to set aside its bulging contents. i stayed my concerns because they were being addressed in turn anyways.
the early morning is truly magical. it brings out an intimatenes impossible in the daylight or even the midnight. always during this hour, i just want, for once, to simply listen, to breathe, to acknowledge safety, to hear silence and the creaking way growth unfetters from shell it's outgrown.
this post isolates a lot of people for sure, it'll even isolate me from time to time; lord knows my life allows for generous helpings of that day in and out. but this type event comes so rarely for me that i just want to remember it. i check my blog at least once a day at work just to remind myself i'm more than a heart that chases after illusions. i have several other stories to tell, ahahaha. and i blogged this one because i want easy access in case i want to remember why i should slow down sometimes. it works for me. ¶ 2/12/2005 04:06:00 AM
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i'm so glad to have been allowed to stay behind for an afterparty. after all the guests left, and people have traded info, and all the bottles have dried, my ride stayed behind and wanted to talk about certain things. what i'm really, really grateful about this talk is that it's the most honest conversation i've had in a long, long time. i'm not skilled enough with words to describe it, but i'm sure it's evident.
with a youth group i used to be part of, i always felt overstimulated. like, i felt there was always something up, always something else that required my participation. i guess it's the dessert wine, ahahaha. but one of them held a glass of red wine while the other leaned back in his chair and just listened. i put my notebook down from the crystal coffeetable to the floor to set aside its bulging contents. i stayed my concerns because they were being addressed in turn anyways.
the early morning is truly magical. it brings out an intimatenes impossible in the daylight or even the midnight. always during this hour, i just want, for once, to simply listen, to breathe, to acknowledge safety, to hear silence and the creaking way growth unfetters from shell it's outgrown.
this post isolates a lot of people for sure, it'll even isolate me from time to time; lord knows my life allows for generous helpings of that day in and out. but this type event comes so rarely for me that i just want to remember it. i check my blog at least once a day at work just to remind myself i'm more than a heart that chases after illusions. i have several other stories to tell, ahahaha. and i blogged this one because i want easy access in case i want to remember why i should slow down sometimes. it works for me. ¶ 2/12/2005 04:06:00 AM
