camped solo this weekend.
got high-centered in silty mud.
spinning wheels sinking deeper.
dug, cursed, prayed.
felt alone on deeper levels.
wondrous stranger appeared.
stayed to help.
made me laugh.
pulled me out.
settled on a spot with a view.
hiked in the wildflowers.
found snow!
swam in the lake.
watched the fish rise.
got too much sun.
read by the campfire.
nourished all the mosquitos.
fell asleep with dirt in my hair.
the human experience is bizarre.
how it feels so fucked up
then surprising in its sweetness.
sorrow-filled
then buoyed by joy.
sometimes all of it at once.
nothing tidy about this business of living.
it can be downright dirty.
learning as I go
to feel all the waves
without holding my breath.
to relax a little.
to trust the whole damn thing.
Again, and yet again.
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