What do you do with a bed, 4 walls, private toilet and kitchenette? You pay for it, somehow, someway, the exchange will happen. Intention is every thing.
We entered the unknown surroundings by taking a guess at which way and then walking straight towards the only available path that led straight up along a slope wide enough for a car. At the crest was a street and I continued across it until reaching a much narrower, upward path to another street. As I stopped to breath, look around, make a mental note to remember, this watery coast village engulfed my person like a well worn suit, corduroy and comfy against these brisk westerly winds. The sun was just a tinge of flare as I looked to the south. It was October.
These updates as they stand will continue.
Clove and I, however, we have been for ever changed. The details are swimming through my journal, not here.
Our rebuild got some roots from the tenderness of you, a badass matriarch, and the magikal beings even reading this and not looking away. The honest truth is that I leaped into the well of a mental crisis, hit the way down bottom, screamed for help, then crawled my bad ass, broke down body up the side of that wishing well. We found an efficiency to reside in and some of the exchange includes working with the owner on various tasks in the garden and orchard. Our sewing gig owner decided to withhold their responsibility of a paid verbal agreement for 3 weeks worth of work that has my hair on end and in talks with Labor & Industries. Seriously, I can not make this shit up.
My income searches continue as I write to connections through the house owner that has been here for 37 years. There has to be a way to take care of Clove and I, stay safe as we rebuild, and grow one step at a time. The first couple nights have been a bit surreal, our routine is way off, no income presently… sitting in action all day long to make things happen by sheer will and surrender.
Things are strange and my constitution to survive is intact with the help of so many people by now. The word grateful is not enough. I am moving this fund to a crowdfunding page and adore to bring you with as founders with the many things you have gifted to Clove and I. We are more warm and closer to standing up with all of our faculties and will continue to do so.
