Am sitting in a cyber café on E. Olive Way in Seattle, listening to mellow clasic rock -- Neil Young and such -- and sipping this minty-flavored tea with lots of honey...
[David, they don't have peach here either... But they got mint!]
Everything about this entire city is incredibly beautiful. It seems everything is ready and waiting for me. I smiled as I walked down the street, Broadway Ave., and a homeless lady held up a sign reading, "anything you can give, even just a smile..." So I smiled her way and said hello. And her face just sort of lit up with joy. Everything has been happening that way since I got here. Everything is ready for me. I am ready for everything. A case of perfect timing, all around. Perfect timing, of course, is something very important to me.
Met a guy the other day named Matthew, somewhere on a hill between Rainier Beach and Renton. He said a prayer for me.
Met a guy named Eric a few days ago on a bus in Poulsbo, Bainbridge Island, who invited me to his sweat lodge.
So much happening. So many RIGHT things happening. So many people that are different, so many people who actually CARE about things. What is this about Seattle being rainy and sad and overcast and bitter? FUCKING BULLSHIT. Absolutely not. I have encountered NONE of that. There is a great deal of passion every time I turn around.
...And I think that's all I've really ever been looking for...
I only have twenty free minutes on the computer (the letters on the keys are faded, so typing is a little difficult), so I'm going to save this and sign off; just wanted to check in, say hi, and promise an extensive diary of everything in a few days...
Love,
~Helena*