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Where to Begin?

July 17th, 2006 (03:26 am)

What a Weekend...What a Night.

I did a BILL on a Sunday night...that never happens.
And if it does, it hurts.

It didn't hurt.

It was easy and fun, I was On.

Saturday was good too, I worked a 9-5, and actually had something to show for it.
Then Benjamin and I got on his Bike and rode to Wimberley, Me with my leopard print
scarf flapping in the wind behind, under my half helmet........
A good long ride.

The Bike is running well, the country side......gorgeous.
We pointed out things to each other along the way.

Goats and cows and horses...
(Making appropriate noises loudly, each time, of course.)
The sun setting......with clouds pealing colours that make you ache,
The Hill Country.
A deer....in the woods.

Tapping each other each time on the thigh, grinning and grinning.
Hugging with legs and whole bodies, as we race along.

Everything smells so good when you are out there in the middle of it.

The curves of the road, leaning into him, closing my eyes sometimes...
just to feel the shift forward, the lean. Knowing I don't have to watch the road
to know where to be, on the back of his Harley.

He says I'm the best he's ever had back there.
You know...what that does to me.


Good Saturday.

Wimberley was full of Friends and Familia of Friends.
We ate, we listened to stories, we lit fires and watched children play.
The stream behind the house was from "Blue Hole"...
A bubbling thing that has flowed cold spring water for years and years and years........

The Family that had us over, told tales of drinking from it, having it as their "well"
for the House. Times have changed, but the water was still bubbling along...
Still cool, still Beautiful. Still there.

Like the Familia.

The Patron of the Family, gave me a "do rag" for my future travels on Ben's Bike...
as we were leaving, early, for our long ride home.
I was touched, I guess I made the cut.

I feel like a Pirate in it!!!


All night my Friends, old Vinyl played loud and clear out over that water...
I was sad we had to leave so early.

The ride home.....the night sky. The smells. Cut fields, a pole cat, smoke from fires
cooking meat for other families........
Those stars.

This wasn't just a moment.
I get to LIVE like this now.

As I grow nervous of the changes before me, as I squint over all the details and the
mechanics of the shift...........
My New Life, is fucking Amazing.

I can't wait to peal the pages off these walls and tuck them away.
I cannot wait, to take my things to the place where he is taking his things....
And call that HOME.

Wake up in his arms.
Build stuff...with Him.

So much to do now, and so few days to do it...
But it will get done.

And we will both BE there, very soon.

Work is more fun now....
All that "energy" has a PLACE to go now.
Wildly enough, I make MORE of it, the more excited I become.

My job is funny like that.


HERE, We Begin HERE.

That is where to Begin.


Posted by: They call me 'Benton' (die7fox)
Posted at: July 17th, 2006 01:35 pm (UTC)

He says I'm the best he's ever had back there.
You know...what that does to me.


Posted by: barry_barry (barry_barry)
Posted at: July 17th, 2006 01:54 pm (UTC)

You really are the queen of the back of a bike. You need to teach other girls how to do that even half as well as you do it.

I'm glad you finally found your place of energy.

Posted by: Disophy (disophy1)
Posted at: July 17th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)

Oh I do miss the Wimberley area......so many summer memories. Should the occasion arise I know of a romantic cabin to rent. Though it sounds like there are others in the group that would as well. Plus camping.....

How's the packing coming along?

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: July 17th, 2006 10:22 pm (UTC)

just reading this makes me so happy. :)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: July 17th, 2006 11:56 pm (UTC)


(i've read your frustration of late...that makes ME happy)

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: July 18th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)

really? how come?

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