change is brewing here…in our lives and our world. The spring arrives…arrives arrives…this morning our clocks set forward an hour and it is a little darker when we wake, slash day by day soon to be lighter and lighter, day by day. Now 40 and 50 degree days are upon us and we breathe in air unfiltered by the wool of our scarves. yay I say! slash also. the winter, to me, was beautiful. I think it is an attitude shift, made even more comfortable through the discovery of wool and winter boots. It’s like I seldom looked outside this winter and assumed I would be cold, instead I bundled and went out and really spent time outside. Not just passing momentarily from place to place, breathing in the outside….noticing the outside…feeling and hearing and smelling the outside. appreciating the outside in the ways that I can and/or do. mmm.
and. my current bout of days at the Unicorn and in Evanston are numbered. I am moving back to Henry’s farm! at the beginning of April. This winter I developed this craving once again for the outdoors and the manual labor and the MIDWEST. Yes!! The Midwest! I do love this place. I love the subtlety…of everything. The people who are quiet and loud and curious and ordinary and just people doing what they do. I imagine that these sorts of people are everywhere…and I have found an abundance of them here in my life in the Midwest. And the nature is not the mountains or the desert or the ocean…it’s purely green and changing and rolling, flowing. So I go to the farm with a desire to learn and conversate with the glorious midwest. To saturate myself in a part of what it is.
And Daniel? And Tunas and Nata? They are planning a voyage, a move, an exploration of the southwest (Santa Fe???). Planning to live on their own until we again reunite, if and when we do (anticipatorily in late-November/early-December). oh changes changes.
And I prepare to leave my beloved beloved Unicorn again. My beloved friends. This space where I am what I would call incredibly desperately truly comfortable. Why do I choose to leave what I love? And what suits me as well as it does?? oh curiosity. Maybe I’ll come back. I hope so. slash I also hope that everything goes as I need it to. I hope to be satisfied with my life on the farm. and satisfied with my potential life in New Mexico. And in love with it, so that if or when I choose to change again, it will be just as much a mourning as a celebration.
Things are never one-sided. or two-sided. There are so many sides. Which may be is one sided. Like colorfulness. all encompassing, and all vacuousness. oh continuity.
