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Its been a quiet week here, unusual yes, but neccessary.
I have a number of projects in the works, all of them serious enough to pull me away from the keyboard lately and use actual paper, a method which in fact I prefer. I have a pile of “rite in the rains” that are plugged with all sorts of stuffs, dating back many years. I have moleskins and notebooks, albums with words instead of pictures, or extgensive amounts of words alongside pictures. I love to write, Ive been writing for years and years, and as a teenager was even published once or twice, now archived away in places none of us will ever see, now or again.
It has somehow rounded the old bend this week and Friday suddenly looms upon me with her lusty smile and dark, glittering eyes….enticing me back into my Mountain Fortress….the land of Wild Air and feral snows….
This week I have written a pile of essays on Montana and her Women, Booze and Weather.
This week I have had a drink in one hand and a wild squirrel in the other while smoking cigarettes and talking bees with an old man of the sea, whom I deeply admire.
This week I have hosted a dinner and conspiracy discussion with a semi pro snowboarder friend of mine, as the women chatted pleasantly in the middle.
This week I went to a birthday party for a friend whom I admire more and more every week. He is a righteous man…from what I see. I admire it greatly.
This week I watched someone get her first seasons pass to a ski resort ever, a day that may well change her life even though she doesnt know it yet.
This week I was inspired by Ino to break down my day on paper, moment by moment to see what it looked like.
This week……..has been profound, quietly profound.

goodnight and see you all on the other side.