Tuesday, September 27, 2005

worshipping the deities, sort of

I am hanging in here- dogged determination keeping me surfing, kayaking, beaching and poi-playing with the best of 'em (meaning I do not burn as much of my body as others).

They look innocent enough-

 









Preparing the devices:









Initiating the unwary:



But I'm wearing, man. My back is pretty much done for, and my mental state varies. I met this cool girl couple last night, and we shared campfire curry, wine and such, and were still doggedly searching for our shoes this morning when the bear spooked me and I spooked the bear right back. In between the and such and the bear, it's a bit of a blur, but it was a good blur. The tides spared our shoes.

I'm signed up for this crazy kayak weekend thing, but I don't think I can survive this place another week. The cold weather's moving in, I can hardly move, and I am thinking head home thoughts again. I'm meeting Surf-Buddy for a bite tonight, and then maybe it's time.

Helping this decision is a phenomenal sense of new peace. I have missed that feeling. I had the best epiphany this morning. An 8 tonne anvil of self-awakening conked me on the head in the most wonderful way possible. It was like an old friend calling to remind me of what I've always known- it's just time to stop putting it off. Thank you Harold Bloom for your infinitely wise and know-it-all prefaces to your own books.