Like Me, Like You

It was last year sometime when I first realized that I was clinging to an equation that was not necessarily true. The equation was this: I like you and I like them thus you and them should like each other. I have spent much energy trying to force the 1 and the 1 to equal 2, but in the world of humans, unlike mathmatics, 1 and 1 do not always equal 2. More often than not, actually, it does not equal 2. Sometimes is equals something more like 16. So, like Rev B used to say all the time, I have tried to stop pushing that stream uphill.

Having mom come for a visit was fun and exhausting and it forced me to get out and see some more of this beautiful Island. It also woke me up from the dream that this Chemainus bubble is real and now, with only ten days left, it is about to burst. I am ready to move onto the next thing, but I am not without clarity as to how much I have snuggled into a routine here. It has been lovely to get paid every week for six months, to spend every waking moment with a man that makes me laugh, to sleep in every day and be next to the ocean as much as possible. Through its turbulence, there have been great gifts here. But it is time to move on, I can feel the energy at work, brewing inside people. Gypsies at heart, six months of the same thing is a monumental challenge and we are ready to explore new lands. Ah, this industry is excellent for commitment-phobes.

To know who I am and be proud of it, to love deeply and out loud, to let people figure out their own path and allow them to have whatever opinion they want to have, to see gifts in pain and pain as a gift, to trust It All, to understand that it is all a dream anyway and that the only real healing is to wake up, to finally then waken, to do all this and without apology...that is my mission.

Well, that and to figure out how to get all my stuff back into the car.

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