is that the trip to Portland was both a contemplative and difficult visit. I've never really been sure how love manages to create such distance, but never has that fact been more clear.

I met a bunch of folks I genuinely like/adore and enjoy being around, and had an immensely pleasurable time in their presence. I also saw SS, whom I love and care for more than most folks on earth; I am happy to say she looks like an incredibly beautiful person and mother, the same woman but somehow more, and also someone I feel like perhaps I've never been a part of. Hard to explain, harder still on the 'net, but I really just feel as if life and all knowledge falls away like the earth above a quake. And the trees and plants and homes and bodies treading that soil.

Anyhow. It's been a good week. Expansive.