Back to the Future

Which is not, necessarily a good thing--considering I am trying to live in the moment.

Today I have come into Three Lakes to the library to work on some things--mostly a story about a Moose--my own story, not Tamarack's. I have been feeling overwhelmed, distracted, by the massive amount of daily "circle" activities. Although it is wonderful to be a part of a community, I am finding that I need to balance self-time, work-time, and circle-time, more than ever. It's a bit of a struggle--I am feeling pulled in different directions, not totally sure what my place is here.

Sometimes I so deeply feel that all I want to do is write. Nothing else. Don't want to eat or sleep or walk or run or dance or talk to people. I just want to write!!!!! I just told Kai, a newcomer from Germany who will be translating some of Tamarack's work, that I could sit here contentedly all afternoon, simply because there are no distractions (except, of course, those that I choose--such as this little blog). I have written more--worked on a couple of poems, and the middle part of the story, which I keep getting stuck on.

I am future projecting, as we call it here--I can't wait to leave, which is strange because each time I leave I become anxious to get back. Personally, I blame Derek. And Santa Claus. :)

Can't wait to see you all very soon.
Lots of love, and big hugs.
oh--and everyone, send out warm and peaceful thoughts to Reid Levin, a great and wonderful man and a friend from high school. Thinking of you, Reid...