I know I do this a lot, but it's hard not to use repeating events in my life to measure how much things have changed. Today was SSYTT graduation. Of course, considering the situation with The Muse, I did not attend. Last year I did attend, another version of me anyway, cheering on E and That Dear Boy. Bill and Jason were still around. I barely knew Amy. I hadn't worked a single day at the 'Seed.
It only took one year, one damn year, for that huge arc to occur : starting working there, becoming friends with The Muse, getting more involved with the shamanic program, playing drums with said Muse and stepping into a leadership role, falling in love with and then promptly losing her, creating The Institute, and now on the cusp of leaving. From TL to I.Q., from wholeness to heartbreak. All in one year. 525,600 minutes indeed.
I needed to get my head out of this dichotomy. Luckily, E was open to a bit of wandering this afternoon. We drove along some of my favorite Central Jersey roads (what I refer to as Dr. Lisa territory) and wound up at a place called the Leonard J Buck Garden. It was hot and buggy, but so green, so beautiful : the trees and the manicured paths and the bridges over streams. We both love places like this.
To refresh, we continued our drive and ended up down at Bridgewater Mall for the second time in as many weeks. After initially picking the wrong table, we found the right spot, in a bright corner of the food court surrounded by glass, and made another wonderful little circle. My energy is so heavy, all the time (as these recents posts illustrate, I'm sure) yet my Anam Cara persists. Bless her.
Since getting home, it's been a quiet evening, mostly just finishing up season three of The Doctor. A nice break point. I'll finish up when I get home in September. Speaking of break points, I think I'll head to bed. Good night interwebs. Good night old versions of me. Good night, all of you whom I love. Sleep peacefully. Dream of beautiful things.
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