i know it's been forever. i've just been on the net then to bed, without any time or energy to write in my book. but here we are to-day.
the 18th of august, 2002
i have to work at the ross to-morrow. but though it fills me with exhaustion, though i come home weary at the end of the day and though i would rather spend time sleeping in and net surfing - i do not hate it. because i know i am helping the tired old souls - easing their beautiful battered minds.
a few nites ago was one of the best. a beautiful nite borne of memories, laughter, cloudless sky, shooting stars and of course, drink. but not for me. i was drunk on the tune of 20 voices harmonizing - some rising well above the others - beautful voices lifted into the the nite air accompanied - supported - craddled by the gentle strings of a guitar. though i spent my 4 hours of sleep on a hard ground with nothing under me save the clothes i wore and the vinyl of a tent's floor - and nothing on top but a thin blanket and a pair of pants, i wouldn't trade it for being at home in my warm comfortable bed. it was too nice a nite to worry of discomfort. i only had to dwell on the memories - fresh - of lying on my back suspended in black water gazing at the stars, of stepping off a cold, concrete floor to plumet 20 feet down - the feel of the air rushing from below and my heart jumping through my chest until i hit the water and swam for the top, the joy of playing badminton with people quick to laughter, the beautiful songs around the fire with people who in our short but long time together have become like family - but still aren't close enough to me as they could be. my only regret is that i did not become friends enough with some of them - though we all share an easy comradeship.
it's a beautiful thing. and i am blessed to have been transferred - at the age of 5 - into french immersion.
good nite.
the 18th of august, 2002
i have to work at the ross to-morrow. but though it fills me with exhaustion, though i come home weary at the end of the day and though i would rather spend time sleeping in and net surfing - i do not hate it. because i know i am helping the tired old souls - easing their beautiful battered minds.
a few nites ago was one of the best. a beautiful nite borne of memories, laughter, cloudless sky, shooting stars and of course, drink. but not for me. i was drunk on the tune of 20 voices harmonizing - some rising well above the others - beautful voices lifted into the the nite air accompanied - supported - craddled by the gentle strings of a guitar. though i spent my 4 hours of sleep on a hard ground with nothing under me save the clothes i wore and the vinyl of a tent's floor - and nothing on top but a thin blanket and a pair of pants, i wouldn't trade it for being at home in my warm comfortable bed. it was too nice a nite to worry of discomfort. i only had to dwell on the memories - fresh - of lying on my back suspended in black water gazing at the stars, of stepping off a cold, concrete floor to plumet 20 feet down - the feel of the air rushing from below and my heart jumping through my chest until i hit the water and swam for the top, the joy of playing badminton with people quick to laughter, the beautiful songs around the fire with people who in our short but long time together have become like family - but still aren't close enough to me as they could be. my only regret is that i did not become friends enough with some of them - though we all share an easy comradeship.
it's a beautiful thing. and i am blessed to have been transferred - at the age of 5 - into french immersion.
good nite.
posted by jessica rose at
5:31 PM
