I woke up this morning in my teepee. The wind was harsh last night, bringing in the threats of a rainstorm. I cuddled to its sound, warm and soft inside my sleeping bag.
I layed in bed for an hour, studying the tall tree skeleton above me and the skin of canvas that I've grown accustomed to call home.
I ate huckleberries in my cereal, a Missoula-grown treat that I bought from a local farmer on Saturday.
I sat down with Lynda, my new 50+ year old roommate, and two of her friends. Lynda made toast and tea for her guests. Candles lit the breakfast table, and the sweet savor of nag champa incense draped the air.
This afternoon, Linda (another one: she's moving out on Friday and I'll be taking her room) and I pulled out her guitar and we took turns singing and playing to each other. Her perfect folk voice made me still. Lucy, her sweet affectionate dog was nearby, asking with her eyes for a scratch behind her ears.
I have only one class today on campus at 2:00 p.m. This evening, I'm taking my first intermediate bellydancing class downtown.
After that, who knows.
What I do know is that the universe is bountiful.
I desired a magical house... and I have received.
2 comments:
I am so jealous!
The one thing I really desire here is a connection to the earth and trees, it's missing from my office/tel world.
Intermediate belly dance!!!!!
I'll live vicariously through you for a little while and then find my own class too!
Lumina
Teepee?! I lived all my childhood summers in a wonderful teepee, until it graduated to a minor's tent. Still canvass and wonderful, easier to pitch.
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