I have to share some of what happened last night whilst writing in the raw
This is from fatdave. and every time i read it, it blows me away.
I stared at where the ripples spread
and waited for you to rise and rise you did. Not where I had anticipated , but calling and waving joyfully from the island across the blackshine. I chuckled at your triumph and the chestnuts shook their overhanging arms to let you know they’d seen your feat, a fog of woody specklets settled still and silent on the taut skin of the dark water. Leaning back onto and into the jettypost I thought of bygone waters. Deeper than any pit I ever stumbled through – my soul darkening to match the surroundings. Dharma Chameleon. Colder than the ice which forms in our hearts sometimes if we let it – and it’s getting easier these days. Where dwells the ancient monster fish of memory and snaps from nowhere. And I think of Paris. Not the one in France. The one which at it’s every accidental waft puts a sting in my eyes. Where no sting ought to be.And because it’s an open thread, I don’t actually need to be here with you.
it’s pfiore8 with you at noon… pULease: don’t rec the pony party… do talk, play, have a laugh, shed a tear, and remember to be excellent to each other.
take action: Iraq Moratorium Day… remember the despair, death, and destruction… be vigilant against those who continue to promote it… speak up… stand up