Just got back from Om and Em's cottage and the Weston Hotel (where my cousins from Colorado are staying for a few days) and have so many things to write that I can't possibly write them all before I must fade away to sleep in "my own" bed for the first time in forever-ish...

Om Memories:
star spinning
forest dancing
fire warming
massage circling
smoke passing
friend seeing
stranger knowing
long hugging
deep thinking
light sleeping
body moving
hula hooping
vegan eating
gate keeping
hand holding
tent folding
cycles end/starting
paths parting
hopes opening
fears calming
visions merging
plans converging

And then jolted awake at Em's cable-equipped cottage by the realities of the CBC and City TV: child molesters and elections and forest fires and the rest of the sound bites and reminders of violated rites...

At least, tonight I learned, my cousin, the rabbi, has come around since the last time we talked about the war, and is now against Bush and looking forward to seeing Michael Moore's new film...

So there is hope, after all...

*she says/wonders to herself with a yawn and the knowledge it's all in perspective; that sometimes self-delusion, or at least optimistic spin, is a necessary defense - that although against the implications of Taylor & Brown's "positive illusions" theories, whose action-less esteem-protecting properties are objectively destructive, if we're gonna keep looking at the facts, we've gotta keep dreaming and envisioning, being the change small-scale even if it seems macro-silly, beleiving in the possibility, our own ability...*