now is realization: i am on this journey to learn how to be alone. what a surprise! i am thinking about where to be next, who to see, and i am only sure that i have still not accepted the idea of this journey as mine/about me. i have been going from one refuge to another(thanks to my friends) but only sitting with myself when i am travelling. i have expectations of connection/re-connection with others from the past but...i am becoming more sure that i really do want to be alone. read about antarctica and a small dwelling, one room, just enough, and it sounded so calm. cold, yes, but calm. i don't know today. i guess it's time to take refuge in the buddha and the dharma, that third jewel is just not doing it for me.

now is terror:somehow someone has decided that people like me "disgusting" should be terminated. maybe on the dancefloor. now i have always been of the mind that there were those who would condemn me to hell, but now there are those who want to hurry my voyage there. i am not scared, i am NOT SCARED and will not go back into that useless closet. this country encourages violence against others, sells guns to just about anyone(editorial in albq paper today about how easy it is to buy exactly the gun that was used to murder those lovely queers. it took the writer 7 minutes, using a driving license and a minor background check of about 2 minutes and about $600 to buy an assault rifle in philly.) now i am not going to arm myself(i wonder if any of the ones killed in orlando had guns?) except in the light of truth. my beloveds, this has got to change. people with guns kill people. or deer. or dogs. or someone that offends their god or their sensibilities. what can we do? speak out. it has worked before. and pray to whatever Power you hold dear to show the USA the way out of this madness. as for me....i am going dancing. namaste,goldenrod

now is something unusual: a throng celebrating a diversity that was newly embraced, an ancient demon banished from hearts one queer auntie at a time. "some came to sing/some came to pray/ some came to shine the dark away(namaste, m.safka)." and seeing the  amazement on faces turned from blindness to Light; and hearing happy shouts and feeling the cool breeze off the mountain, blowing fresh and renewing our vows of respect for the Other, and ourselves, carrying the scent of pinon and locust down Central...blessed be, Queen City indeed.