"a means of getting our needs met"

Yesterday: Community to Community Day of Caring. I walk to work tottering over the 4th hill given beautiful view of the Downtown the Eastside the Water and the Mountain. I love Fridays in the Corps. I feel like we are the Real World cast (though there are 25 of us not 7). Doing projects together wearing matching shirts and prowling around the host city. Lovin' life.

At the Voyeur night before, I discovered soon after the h2h between Scoot and myself that just enough of The Special had gone to my head,
I stared straight ahead let the noise and colors take over all around me
I was in that perfect place, that I read of so much in Osho,
Completely in the present.
No past or future in my head at all.
No thoughts, no words, just the lightest twirl of the big red top we keep on the Welcome Room counter.
Staring straight ahead. Let the murmur of the bar wash over me.

Friday in the Corps. I am Team Leader of the Gardening and Cleaning Service Project. Quickly digressed to Sitting on the Stoop Smoking and Drinking Soda Project. Lunch break. Travel Time. Crisis Management training in Burfoot Park. Blah.
Would rather think about: My Weekend. My Failed Attempts at a bunch of things. My need for a nap. My Knee That Hurts.

And beyond My and Me there are other people too and of this I try to keep in mind.

Now that fall is here.

Sing me a Song

Getting lost in other peoples love stories. Poems I hardly connect with or even find that interesting. Could write good love songs but there is never anything worth all the words.

Training in the park. We stand in a circle. Step in if you identify. Things that Impacted Your Life. Questions we phrased anonymously. Pulled out of a hat. Step in to the circle if you identify and Tell your story if you wish.

My question is last and everyone steps in but no one tells a story because where could you even begin and when could you even isolate one incident from another.

Have you ever had your heart broken?

Maybe the thing is that no one is quite sure.