From dust to dust: Wyoming to ancient seabeds

[Frost]

Can one manifest a path out of dust? I think so. What is life, if not trying to make some fun and meaning out of our droplet existence in this infinite ocean?

I'd like to dance with you. I'd like to see the dust in your hair. Help you in being helplessly present by being so fucking lost in it all that you can't help but also lose yourself. I'll dance next to you. I'll smile at you. I'll just miss you on the street "one over". I'll share my water with you. I'll believe in what you're bringing. I'll love you - despite never having met you.

Dance has always been my source to ecstasy. I'm not a trained dancer - but I do know how to let music melt my ego and heal my sadness. I'm not an trained artist, but I reach for it when I've lost hope in us, as animals. I'm not a family man, but I have spent most my life in the wilderness with groups of people - becoming inextricably accountable for the well-being of small herds of humans. I'm not a pharmacist, but I'm coming into relationship with plants that have helped me transition through phases of life. I think the playa is calling me. So I'll manifest a path from here (Wyoming) to there (an ancient lake bed).

In the last few years, I went through one of the larger phase shifts of my life. After the most significant relationship of my life came to a screeching end, I had to re-find myself. New love, loneliness, the end of new love, the beginning of more love, the searching for self, discovery of new friends whom I had been searching for all my life, my job leaving the town I live in, more love, tears (of joy, sadness, fear, love - all mixed into one - that leaves me, before I knew what had just happened), a new openness to things that terrify me.... life....more life... happy, sad....

I've been trying to sense-make of all this . I thought I was going through something unique. I think what I've realized is I'm another consciousness that is moving through a temporal reckoning (some refer to it as a "mid-life" crisis). Finding some old pieces of myself in the dirt, I've come back into my love of dance, pulsing music, and the awe of discovering beauty and the possibility of new unknown paths. Paths that aren't deliberately manifested, but reveal themselves by going down others that require turns and twists.

I'd like to dance with you. See the sunrise pulse through sound. Be helplessly in love with us all.

I've never been on the ancient lake bed where the ceremony takes place. But longing for something is a form of prayer, and that seems to be a worthy meditation. What I realized about happiness, is realizing when one has it, not to dilute it with wishing you had more of it. If I don't see you in the sand, just know that I'll love you on the street "one over"... in Wyoming, and that I'll be happy in so doing~

[some seeing eye]

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