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It started some time last week. Things began to happen, places to go, music to play, friends to hang out with, dinner to eat, dancing to do, scooters to ride, work to get done, people at my door, laughter in my living room, equipment in my back pack, sound checks, crepes on a couch, serious talks, soft kisses, smiling faces, and happiness, and it hasn’t stopped since.

The show on friday night was amazing. I can’t tell if it’s more amazing that so many of my friends showed up and had a wonderful time, Carmen was making out with a boy on the dance floor, or Doc didn’t throttle me when I skipped his records after assuring him I could unplug my cables without skipping the record. I told him to give me a call in a couple years when he forgave me, but he called me later that night. We had a good time. It was a great party.

Saturday was full too, and Gabrielle and I spent the entirity of Sunday together. After a rushed morning of walking, eating, and talking, I met up with my treasure of a friend and we talked our heads off, had dinner, coffee, and then talked our heads off all over again, danced and sang while sunday soul unfolded, and then we met up with Sonia for a late night meal and I was in bed, alone, exhausted by about 4 am. The week had flown by like a rich and beautiful oceanic system.

I woke up at 9 am this morning feeling like that wasn’t anywhere near enough sleep, but the depth and texture and beauty of the last four days is still upon me.

This work is paying off in ways I never imagined, awakening pieces of me I thought I’d lost, and never expected to see again. Good pieces of me. Happiness and love, friendship and motion. I have no better summary than this, but it feels all right.