The Reverse is Pertinent
One thing to say here -- for all these years I have felt like this man in this woodcut. Now, I have to learn how to be out there and peek back in for reversed enlightenment. That's the power of true love, I suppose. I'm believing it. It was quite an adventure sticking my head outside the realm of where we all are and taking a look around, but you can't do that alone forever now, can you? Wendy ..... mmmmmmmm ... sweet Wendy. Keep thrilling me on earth and I'll just be here with the tools to sustain our chore of enchantment. Deal? Deal ...
posted by Brent Sigmeth at 8/10/2005 12:24:00 AM
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Back atcha SQSD! ... I'm sitting right next to you. Laptops on the porch table.
See, this is what our society's been reduced to—people sitting at the same table, talking to each other through cyberspace. It's a damn shame you guys can't just look at each other and verbalize your feelings.
By my calculations, y'all ought to be gettin' back from the airport with Miss Bluebyrd/Trisha Corona 'bout now. Hopefully you'll log on & say Hi.
Hey, glad to know you're there. Are you ready to Party?
Glad to know you landed safely. Enjoy the rain & humidity. You may have some weather when you get back home, too—Hurricane Irene is on track to hit the east coast about Sunday. Maybe you'll get cancelled and have to stay an extra day in Cannon Falls.
I need to head out soon for a farewell party for D's boss. He talked us into the move and she's quite fond of working for him, but he got the sack. I need to go say goodbye & wish him well.
Enjoy your afternoon & evening & into the wee hours on the porch.
Brother Brent let his stein of mead drop loosely to the table. He had been pondering the fundamental beauty of the leatherleaf sedge that grew by the window of his basement woodshop when by force of proximity he was jolted into pondering the fundamental ridiculousness of Brother Ron, who had just moored himself at a nearby table and, as usual, had squared his legs to let the tassel of his belt swing in the cuddling drape of his robe. "Emulating the Abbot these days, are we?" Brother Brent asked himself. He said a short prayer to compose himself and cleanse his mind. His thoughts returned to the sedge.
I'm not sure what it means, but I like it.
I won't be paying close attention to the blog but I will chaeck in again tonight if anyone's out there.
SQSD. I had hit the hay, too.
Last transmission before heading off into the void. If all goes as planned, we should see everybody tomorrow before Noon.
Well hello there, Dear.
Good to hear you made it back in one piece.
Just thought I'd attempt to help your jones before I fall asleep for a few days.
Incredible it was.
I can't stop marveling at it all.....
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