Reconnecting

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I haven’t written in a while but my head has been spinning with words. Each day, beautiful old connections have been thrown in my life and I thrive as dynamic reunions occur. I’m currently at Black Coffee, a worker owned, direct-trade coffee shop on Capitol Hill, frequented by cuddly anarchists and folks who reek of passion. It’s a healthy environment for me to be at right now. I just saw Mamma D! We hadn’t been together since November 26, 2011 which is quite a while. She warmed me up in her arms and informed me that I had “lit up her aura heart” and I think my grin reflected what seeing her had done to my spirit.

I have a cup of yerba mate in front of me. Lots of folks here wear either patchworks of textiles or all black. I have much to say.

This post, I think, will be mainly a: this is where I am and what I’m doing.

I’m still living on Capitol Hill with Sarah and Bee.

I just spent a few hours walking with my best friend Sarah. We’ve been friends for 15 years now. Is that not celebratory? It’s wonderful to see our friendship remain vibrant. That girl is accomplishing so much and I’m proud of her! Wow.

I’ve been walking for a couple of hours each day lately, trying to build up my ankle muscles again in preparation for Russia - plus, I just love to walk. I missed it much when My ankle was messed up. It still can ache but it’s been healing quickly and bouncing back. Me and Capitol Hill, Capitol Hill and I, are becoming good friends, I think.

In the past few days I’ve collided with folks like....

Amy, Craig, and... and... goodness, I forget this beautiful ma’am’s name. Colorado. New Zealand. And I met them all in Alaska. Pike’s Pub.

Lisa & Nik! We did happy hour in Fremont. Is happy hour something you “do?” Well, we did it. I originally met Lisa at a bus stop. We’re bus-buddies. Hadn’t seen her in over a year.

Rachel Barnard! We went geocacheinchg. I've known her my entire entire entire life.

Jason and Bobbert from Green Peace. Really enjoyed talking to them.

Amelia! Once again, not seen in years. Ran into her at Black Coffee. Her orange sunglasses (with orange lenses) were the first thing I noticed.

Phoenix!!! Yeah - triple exclamation mark. She introduced met o Black Coffee. I go here. I sit here. I am writing her. I wiggle and stare here. Stare at humans.

Rosemary Henrickson (I think that’s her last name) from high school.
Brendan Korb from high school.
Robert Viscussi (something like that) from that dancing-occupy-Seattle-thing.

Kyle from California.
Issaac from Vancouver.
Met them both in a warehouse in PDX back in 2011.

Alex Staheli! I’ve known him since 1997. We danced together.

Jake! He’s from Alaska.

Maggie Karcher! She’s empowering and engaging and I learn when I talk to her.

I’ve been to the Moth. It was hosted in Seattle. It’s a podcast that I enjoy listening to of people telling true stories in front of a live audience without notes. I ended up telling a story in front of a couple hundred people.

Saw my brother, Ian. He is currently in France doing a video installment in an opera house. He’s wonderful.

Some of these folks were planned. A lot were unplanned, helmet free collisions.