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  • It was a true cleansing. Walking the waters looking out at all of the green and seeing it. It had been too long since I'd actually seen the life around me. I supped on honeysuckle. I chewed mint leaves to quell my gut, queasy from the previous nights revelry. We stood in the rush of the river and circled and channeled our energy. We were threatened by red neck land owners.

    "That part of nature is mine goddammit! Get out of my nature fucking hippies!"

    The throw down wasn't as much of a let down as I once thought. It was. It was the best thing for us all in that moment. The party was a righteous affair, low key and between only us in that bubble of time. Sweet moments lazing in the sun. Frogs, and woodpeckers, squirrels and butterflies all came to investigate. They too could feel the bliss. They and others came by to sit in it for a moment. They all came to relax and hear the music of our commune.

    Connecting with this side of life is one of the best things to ever happen to me. I love this place. I love this state. I love the me that I am. I love the me that I am becoming. Once upon a time I envisioned myself as a man and I am finally becoming the man I remember from so long ago. He was a vision of the father I never had. I am that man today and a better man tomorrow for it. I grow. I can't help it. Like a sycamore tree I grow fast and tall and strong. The people in my life on this day are a magnificent godsend. They are an opening to all of the things I love. I absorb them. I love them. They are mine and I am eternally theirs.

    May the memory of this moment last in our minds and hearts forever. This was a true moment in bliss.
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