Wednesday 7am
Except for the just heavy, strapless duffle, it began like every other: westbound bus to Starbucks for a vente blackeye with one inch of half and half; walk to the just north greenline station; ride up the escalator--still sipping the blackeye. On the platform, sealing the cup with a foam ear plug. Now sit and wait. Then the train--nearly empty in the half light of morning. sit. read. just nearing vermont avenue, it changes half a trip earlier than normal. redonning the satchel and off to union station to take a train to emergent.
funny how a tiny alteration changes everything. different station. different destination. the end deceptively clear in outlined pages of seminars and forums. names. titles. times. but the thing itself--this gathering--is not printing on paper, but people in time and space, meeting or passing; sharing air and Spirit. the thing itself--dreamed and blogged and planned--is yet slowly becoming substance. but here, going north on broadway on a bus to los angeles, it is dream and destination. a process begun.
more later.
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