August 13th: The Newness in the Oldness

How great my August the 13th was, with Sumayya visiting--Joann and Sumayya stayed over after Poetry group. At Poetry, Rae was intently talking about this man's near-death experience, and the crazy light, and forgiveness, and more. we were all in great spirits, even singing. how much love and dearness and acceptance. how much You poured down on us and it was felt by all. I like how Sumayyya talked about it, hearing the Little girl inside. That little voice of "It's O.K."

Being felt. We shared our little freewrites, each delighted and hearing one another. like we were knit together.

Sumayya cuddled with Little Bear--the dog. We prayed around Joann, her last Monday Poet Society before going to Hungary, putting her in the middle touching her shoulder, her arms, knees. Speaking how she has pierced us, that we have her so fit in us, how that remains. We prayed for all the new lands and new walks. Praying for all the ways she will gather "meaning in the molecules" in Hungary--our dear seeker, Joann, dear hunter of all the Ridiculous ways that God breaks forth--finder of all the brimming places where God marries us to our Right spots -- in Kid A. in planting trees. in hoodies. in sevens and eights. in the orange-and-yellow cover art in Geogaddi, in Paper cranes, in the sound that stays behind the ear, in gestures, in Birth, in Mono, in the sorrow in the joy, in Anne Sexton, in 6 am drives to san francisco, in possibility, in frenzy, in the shoot, in being there for me in the way she is there she is willing in the way she prepares the places in the way she speaks right to it, my dear lucky one, my dear complete friend.

My truest friends and staying up late. hearing each other's wonder and discontent. Coming in Tibi's room, my roomate, the Venetian lady that she is, keeping under sheets with only her burgandy on, and all the reds draping everywhere. "Hello!" all of us greeting "Hey you!" Greeting this graduated girl.

Neatness blinking:

I found my black leather jacket yesterday left months in the closet at Megan's! i almost got one yesterday, not having a good jacket since I lost this one. And then I found it yesterday. This is my Monday miracle! It's long cuffs and wide buttons. Leather and lining. I have it on and I feel so cool and myself. Got this biker-in-the-Lord spirit beside me of "Let's do it." Got this return. (Kinda like my metaphor about gold "Your hand back in shy pockets").

Having long evenings and convicted mornings and Pete's coffee, having loneliness and fullness together in this terrific day. Feeling alone and feeling found. Wondering what He's got in his pockets.