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The Gathering

I'm awash with remembrance and re-acquaintance with good and happy and dare I tritely say what emotionally balanced people have little patience for, normal.

As of yet, it is still a new sensation. One that I recognize in the same way one recognizes an old friend and says, "Hey! I remember you! How've you been?" I recognize the sensation, but still haven't formed a familiar comfort with. But I see, and I like, and I yearn wanting more. Wanting a comfort with it that allows me to put down all my hyperawareness, hesitancy, awkwardness and the tongue that speaks when it should be silent, and silent when it should speak. To know these things in my bones and gracefully maneuver through my expanding world with them in my repertoire.

And so I watch like a child learning by example, filled with awe and wonder and admiration. I feel as if these things are not in me, but I am hoping that whatever is within me can glean from the good parts a thing or two I can make my own.

Last night was the Gathering de SBD. For a month I have stressed and fretted and worried, but as the night unfolded in the company of The Fabulous Mrs., The Shimmering RDG who carries within her the color of pure beautiful, innocent, smart, savvy blush, and The Mighty Itzie, it was a quiet, intimate easy sort of night that swept away all my worries and left me wonderfully refreshed and happy.

I hope they had as good a time as I did in their company.

11:33 am - 04.27.03
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