Summer dreams

I feel summer filling me with a warm-whelmingness. I feel like a lily, melting below the sun. What is that glowing orb? Ahh my retinas! --says the Cascadian. Life is distracting me from myself at every corner. Calls for synchronicity that I terribly deny in an effort to complete a chapter in my life. How do you follow your heart and your head at the same time? Does it involve subtle skills that I do not possess yet, or are they mutually exclusive? Because the call of inner-tubing down the river, wild-crafting, and etc is proving nearly too distracting to bear...

Having spent every single winter of mine in wet cold places with lots of grey, I do not know what it is to run away to Costa Rica. To deny the damp is to deny the Northwest. It is a rite of passage you must go through to really be from here. And yet I am more able to follow synchronicity and my mind then. It is more internal, a time of contemplation: very adaptable to the life of a student.

And then the sun comes back and my brain leaves... The wisest expression of this would be continue work I started in the winter, but this is my brain on summer: wildcrafting when I can until I am covered with sticks, bruises and sweat: a puddle of guera in the shade of a tree, watching the leaves move in and out of the sunbeams...