I am not sure why, but it did. Ironically it seems like there was more stressful events and that made it faster?
Hmmmm... at any rate, it ended well. Some positive moments:
The feeling of pleasant exhaustion at spending a day painting and tear off wallpaper and hideous wood panelling at friends' houses. It felt destructive and creative all at once and made me think of Shiva.
Spending time with new friends... simple dinner's together on summer porches, homemade mint chocolate chip icecream to die for. They brought me cat nip from their garden. I look forward to giving it to Gracie when she gets home from her nightly prowl. Imagining the drunken cat look on her face brings me a very basic, essential kind of joy. The kind that needs no explanation.
Seeing a highschool boy sing bluegrass wildly and with abandon. He sang with his grandfather, mother, and music teacher. He had a good time and wasn't shy at all about his voice. It did my soul good to see that teenage boys can still be like that.
Watching the kids run crazy at church... running circles in the grass yelling: "squitos! squitos!" (Apparently to indicate that the mosquitos were getting them?) It was hilarious and again-- so much wildness.
Singing 3 part harmony at an outdoor church service and seeing an audience member cry... and feeling that we were truly in harmony in that moment. It feels good to sandwiched by voices, like cotton sheets wrapping you securely in the morning. Like lying in bed, beautiful sunlight pouring through. You are a part of a beautiful scene.
Bike riding with my lover, and we see a crazy pheasant/wild turkey(?) hop awkwardly down the path trying to escape us. The way it moved was goofy and very ineffectual... made me wonder at the curious marvels of nature and natural selection-- the strange millenia that had to pass for this odd creature to run from us, down a poorly-paved path in the sun.
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