honey

I am at a Starbucks in LA. I have to write another entry before I leave...it's been too long. Even on my other blog it has been months since I have written. I'm typing it on my phone so I look like really popular in Starbucks like I have a boyfriend to text or a lot of friends with plans that need attending...nope...just me typing away on a blog that I got in high school to impress boys. Thank you for my readers who keep me on my toes. It makes me feel like I owe it to cyberspace to share my perspective. Lately most of my thoughts are devoted to the impermanence of many things in life. The short lived seasons of change along with the tendency of people to only live at camp temporarily while I just so happen to stay there. The temporary for many others is currently my permanent ...my constant.it was also at many points my temporary. This is the thing about temporary...it is like a band aid...imagine if you wish...The old grimy band aid you had on you as a child...perhaps it was pink when you put it on...With Cinderella on it or batman. When you first put it on it is a beautiful picture. As you wear it it protects you...heals you...adds charm. There is a story to how you got the boo boo it is covering. I don't mean to say that in the usual sense where a putting a band aid on merely covers and conceals something that should be out it the open. It is, however, there to take care of something that will heal with a little time and uplifted spirits. Once the thing is healed you don't need the band aid anymore...and it isn't that you should forget about how good and helpful it was...you just don't need it anymore...The Princess on the band aid is looking about as sad as you did when you received the band aid. I am living in a place that at times healed me. Added extra charm...let me forget my deeper hurts for a part of time. That was temporary...and I love that people get to receive care when they come to camp. I hope they stay till the color on the band aid fades. Often I remember the band aids I used in this place. I wonder at using them again but sometimes one needs a new solution. This metaphor of course only goes so far...Some may com pair it closer to having stitches or a bandage not merely a band aid...and I would agree...Some of my temporaries have needed to be stitches. They are often the kind that slowly melt away with time like the memories. Lastly, in my other blog I wrote of West Virginia and truly I sometimes want to write a book about the endless beautiful moments there...but I often have to stop midsection with the deepest longing and pain. It's funny how good memories can be so painful sometimes. I am still healing my mind. Some day I hope to write more about it. I am still grieving in some ways the loss of that temporary that clawed so hard at who I am and where I have been. It will take some time to process it. I have to compare it to the process of honey making. Dangerous, disorienting...pressure...heat...so that the flow can come sweet and perfect. Starting and ending with beauty and nature. This metaphor needs some explanation I suppose but for now I will leave you to contemplate. Thanks for listening. Topic ideas?