the best thing about The Oregon Extension is the dance parties.
Ashley and I started, thinking not many people would be into it, but slowly slowly one by one they all started busting flyyyy moves.
Sunday night we danced in the cookhouse for three and a half hours STRAIGHT! We danced to M.I.A. We danced to MGMT. (Oregon Extensioners have good taste in music. And everything). I was covered in sweat. I had little to no awareness of what my body was doing. We were so free.
A lot of us here are sort of disenchanted, cynical types. But when we get happy, we get REALLY happy.
I feel my feelings more here.
Suffering and joy are two sides of the same coin.
And now, a random and simple poem (related in no way whatsoever to any of the above content):
over waves of mountain
volcanic rock, meadow
God takes her shears to the darkness
cuts a perfect circle
from the fabric of night
pricks it with her careful needle
and waits on the other side
holding up a pearl-backed mirror.
Dance parties? Would you have ever imagined? That is so fun! I pictured you on a rock out in the gorgeous mountains, like in the pictures you've posted. Is that where you wrote your poem? Your mind is amazing Kasey!!!
ReplyDeletexoxox Auntie Lisa