She builds a new church. He invents trees.

Blog by Some Other Name

I’m a Friendster poser. My main blog is at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/uujenna/

My Weekend

It was great in so many ways, but a funny thing started happening to me tonight. Feeling ’sick.’ Totally psychosymatic. Going back to work tomorrow. Not looking forward to returning to the dull and lifeless part of my existence.

Feeling centered, grounded and rather delighted about most things. I’ve made amends with a few nagging demons. I’ve called a truce on the glaring judgment that’s been hanging around for the past several months.

Saturday night was a strange re-enactment of an earlier life. Different, but comforting in its familiarity. I was called someone’s ‘bitch’ and it made me smile.

I can’t complain, so I won’t bother.

In the Air

Can you smell that? I’ve been catching a whiff of something all morning. It’s a big something or perhaps somethings - and mainly good (though there may be room for reassessment or adjustment). But it’s up there waiting to blow on in.

Maybe Marc will blog about some of it. But all I can say is that I became reacquainted with some very fundamental parts of myself last night during an ‘into the wee hours’ conversation with him. Lots of making room for one another’s spiritual, mental, emotional and sexual growth. Strong connections. Open air. Clarifying wants and needs. Discerning possibilities. Suggesting avenues. Planning solo adventures. Making plans for special reunions.

I’m like a spirited child. I appreciate solid ground under my feet, but the more space I’m given to experiment and explore, the happier I am.

I think we may be onto something here…

Letters

Last week I mailed about 3 letters and 7 cards. It was part of my ‘get back in touch’ campaign.

I used to write pages and pages to friends around the country. I had much to say, but over the past couple of years I’ve drifted away from many of them. Right after my surgery I started a list on a post-it note on my monitor with the names of folks I wanted to contact. I’ve added a few more since then. I like the way letters feel. There is so much intention and care that goes into them. Sometimes I find email to be rather lacking in charm.

I have two important letters to compose to Jen and William. We go way back. I used to be so good at such romantic activities. I even had a writing desk at one point, but it’s since been sold and replaced with a computer table.

If you want a letter, let me know. I’d be happy to obligue. I need the practice.