And Fireflies

And this, of course, was the crystalline hypocenter of the Florida trip - Paul & Lanie's matrimony. It all seems like so long ago now, even though it was just last month. Being down there in St. Augustine, by the ocean, with friends, made me remember on a gut level how important it is for me to have an elemental relationship to my environment. The kind of connection to "place" that hasn't got anything to do with jobs, economics, neighborhoods or even people. More of an experience in the animal body that says, you are here. Sometimes this relationship is more viable than others, esp. if you live near mountains, rivers, oceans, gorges, even deserts. It's in nowhere suburbia than I feel the Kali Yuga is most about to bust apart at the seams...and living in the middle of agri-industrial farmland is weird. It's not suburbia. It's not elemental. It's just...flat. Somehow, though, it makes for a terrific location for writing.

Paul, Lanie, Janelle & I are toying around with the idea of moving to the same city two years from now. What else do you do when you're a vagabond well into your thirties? You start looking for a place to settle, but not just any place. Some place with your friends. And elements. And fireflies.