Farmhouse, October 19, 2009
Patch arrived yesterday, and the place becomes charged with energy. At the same time, what he says makes me feel like I haven't done anything since I've been here. He acts, and nothing else. Everything is intention, is purpose, is sincerity--even the humor. His presence urges me to live intentionally, and talk through the night with the people I love and the people I don't know.
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frost has come to have his way with the Earth. these are the latter days of the year, the death-throes of beauty. i can feel the ground beginning to seize up beneath me, like a lover whose heart has burst from love-making and is now clenching and twitching either in ecstasy or death. but who can tell the difference?
the leaves are finishing their falling. the air is thinner, and so there seems to be more of it passing through my lungs and mouth. leaves again - it's the same sound as a soft rain, larger branches hitting the canvas of the yurt like larger drops from the trees. and the sun chooses to come out, on the coldest day yet.
here, there are no days, nor hours, nor any other made-up divisions of time. time is present, but it moves unpredictably, in a new dance. this is Time: when the smoke from a chimney brings comfort, when i can't tell the difference between the fire-smoke and the mist still hovering, when shadows are a welcome sign of sunlight and yet bringers of cold. This is the when i live in. This is the when i want to be in, more than any other, more than yesterday And tomorrow! No, i don't want to talk! i want to catch a leaf and make a wish.
and i know it is Time when the cold seeps through my jacket, and i head for the smoke.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Delaydlaydlaydlydyy
Farmhouse, October 16, 2009
Internet make slow my words.
Apology.
Reiterate until recipient feel plus guilty than sender.
Marvel at this.
NEWS: It has been raining most of the week. I have been rained on. I have been the misser of many people, notwithstanding beautiful Verena in Deutschland. Being back here for so long lets me swap places with her, to stay for a month and see the changes in people and get attached to all these people that will leave eventually, to get to know Meira and Wildman so well, and then leave in the middle. This is difficult. I start long-distance relationships with all of them after, to keep our love breathing that we have birthed here.
But at the same time in my head as these thoughts, I feel and think about how I am becoming a part of this place, a limb on the Gesundheit! tree. Being able to paint anywhere, to leave trace after trace--this is a great freedom given to us here.
In other aspects of news-related items, we made our own juggling balls yesterday and I learned how to juggle. A few days ago we had a tie-dye workshop, also wonderful. Last week there was a talent show, where Meira, Erin, Laurel and I did the body percussion and singing to "Bring Me Little Water, Silvy," among face-painting, children's stories, animal noises, and the Hot Shit Fart Orchestra performance. Today, we visited the Marlinton hospital as clowns, and got a chance to entertain and have fun with the people there, staff and patient alike.
For people who asked, there will be pictures of all this on Facebook at the end, once I have better internets. Limited stuff on Flickr because of posting limits. For now, enjoy the slow steady stream of words and photo, as long as I remember to write.
Entering the last week with everyone is hard. I feel I have not talked to people here enough, and that the time has blurred together. It's hard to believe we've been here this long. But the time is not over yet, and friendships don't end with a loss a proximity. At least they don't have to.
Love,
-Caleb-
Internet make slow my words.
Apology.
Reiterate until recipient feel plus guilty than sender.
Marvel at this.
NEWS: It has been raining most of the week. I have been rained on. I have been the misser of many people, notwithstanding beautiful Verena in Deutschland. Being back here for so long lets me swap places with her, to stay for a month and see the changes in people and get attached to all these people that will leave eventually, to get to know Meira and Wildman so well, and then leave in the middle. This is difficult. I start long-distance relationships with all of them after, to keep our love breathing that we have birthed here.
But at the same time in my head as these thoughts, I feel and think about how I am becoming a part of this place, a limb on the Gesundheit! tree. Being able to paint anywhere, to leave trace after trace--this is a great freedom given to us here.
In other aspects of news-related items, we made our own juggling balls yesterday and I learned how to juggle. A few days ago we had a tie-dye workshop, also wonderful. Last week there was a talent show, where Meira, Erin, Laurel and I did the body percussion and singing to "Bring Me Little Water, Silvy," among face-painting, children's stories, animal noises, and the Hot Shit Fart Orchestra performance. Today, we visited the Marlinton hospital as clowns, and got a chance to entertain and have fun with the people there, staff and patient alike.
For people who asked, there will be pictures of all this on Facebook at the end, once I have better internets. Limited stuff on Flickr because of posting limits. For now, enjoy the slow steady stream of words and photo, as long as I remember to write.
Entering the last week with everyone is hard. I feel I have not talked to people here enough, and that the time has blurred together. It's hard to believe we've been here this long. But the time is not over yet, and friendships don't end with a loss a proximity. At least they don't have to.
Love,
-Caleb-
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
the group at joel's place
Going to joel's across the river. He runs a private animal sanctuary, and we helped him build a shelter.
Also, this is almost our complete group. Gives you a sense of the bonds that we hope to keep after our time here...
Also, this is almost our complete group. Gives you a sense of the bonds that we hope to keep after our time here...
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I'll Repeat: Excellent.
Farmhouse, October 1, 2009
Today was excellent. The sun cam out near the end of the morning, and the blue skies stayed out all day long. We took the dogs out for another romp today on the grass, and played fetch. We set up the volleyball net and played around a little. Matt and I got far too excited about our plans for the Just Desserts Dinner, where dinner would be an array of delicious and beautifully crafted desserts—and nothing else! And we baked pumpkin bars with an extreme amount of homemade caramel on top, and tried to build sugar sculptures with a blowtorch.
= Excellent day.
By the way, here are some links to Patch Adams’ book “Gesundheit!”, the Gesundheit! Institute wiki page, and my Flickr page, where you can see many more pictures from the time here. Also there are pictures there from this summer as well—the first time I came here.
Gesundheit! Institute wikipedia
Love,
-Caleb-
my room
This is where I sleep and dream. And that door only comes up to the middle of my chest...tiny! It's a wonderful place to fall asleep.
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