to hitch or not to hitch?
that is the question
in a state of too many cars and not enough real people
real
people
i have many questions
6.16.2010
ji-ling
my family name is lin
which means forest
my given chinese name
my "real name" is
ji ling
ji is from an old family poem
each generation gets the next
word in the poem
ji also means basic, foundational,
grounded
ling is the sound of bells
ethereal and abstract
ji ling is like grounded ether
sky and earth melded into one
being
ji ling also means spritely, flexible, nimble
like a fairy
lin ji ling
forest sprite
i am now going by my chinese name
ji ling
(that's me... as well as a compendium of joyce, jaz, crow... and all the other names along the way. but now, back to ji-ling. hello, again)
raccoon
i just saw all seven of the chickens sprinting past the kitchen
with a raccoon in hot pursuit
he wasn't afraid to run into the bushes
and watch me with big bandit eyes
6.15.2010
dream: lotuses
always remember that wherever you go, there will be lotus blossoms in your footsteps... so that you will never be lost
6.14.2010
dance weekend
whirlwind weekend
friday up to earthdance
(hello, keith and lani, and amazing new farmers shauna and howell!)
beautiful land, shining faces
hello massachusetts
and goodbye again on saturday
but first
a magical mystical nature walk thru the rain
inspiration to live fully, even to the city dwellers
thanks justin
silence and loudness
can you hear the birds as they speak to each other thru the mists?
we are the birds speaking to each other thru the mists too
and then kalyan's new farm
not yet named
not yet planted
but all in progress
and oh so beautiful and amazing and utterly
inspiring
inspiring
so full of love and magic and
hope
filled with joy and hope
mmm
off to vermont!
where cars have congregated
with people inside
at camp neringa
for a weekend powwow
us, for a few hours
of hello lovely mira and efan and other
beautiful old friends and acquiantances that i don't remember
but have still touched my life!
bluegrass music never fails
to make me swing
in the morning bright and early
grey rather
it's been grey all throughout
new england is beginning to feel like a
big grey temple tent
with green trees like greenish clouds
hanging above my head
above the grey
that envelopes all
zooming bak down
freeways and traffic
as ingwe tells stories of leopards in jungles, on cd
and we trade raunchy teenage jokes
that bring us back to summers past
and i sleep with cold wet muddy feet plastered against
the breathing window
(or are my feet breathing)
feeling the hartbeat pulsation sensation
in my little pinky toe
soaring to
back down back down
to connect i cut
for new england primitive skills gathering
where me and justin first met
last summer
and i haven't seen many of these people for a full year
and i realize just how much changes
and how much does not
and what?! i am still here in connect i cut
and am not yet cut
but not quite connected either
but am more and more realizing that
i
am
(something
un
stable
yet quite
grounded
also)
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