A question came up: what are you passionate about?
For some reason I could not answer at that moment-after reflection on this conversation it passionately poured out.
women- I am passionate about women- the mystery in this body of ours
ground- I love the smell, texture working the soil- discovering the wormies, slugs, life
color- Slowly, this is creaping into my consciousness (Seattle is so gray that the nature contrasted with the glow of the white sky stands out.)
building- I love touching things, working them with my hands; assembling, cleaning, painting
another question that took me by surprise: Why are you here??
after some pondering- I am here to work on me with you.
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