Just thinking

I'm in the back of my van, cuddled up in blankets, listening to music and writing in the sun. Even though it was a cold night, it wasn't too bad. This feels like the morning I spent at Christine and O's last year, when I visited their clan and stayed the night.

And that's what I did, last night, too: my lovely man and I came to a gathering of another tribe, one both like and unlike my own.

I was pretty curious about what it would be like, and I wasn't so bold that I met many new people. But I met a few and saw others I already knew. And I can see that this is a good place, with many kind people. For an initial foray, it hasn't been bad, even though I would have liked to have spoken with a few more folk.

I was also curious about how I'd feel when I saw some I hadn't seen in months. Would my inner landscape have changed? Maybe I'd feel differently, or have shifted so much that what gripped me before didn't call so hard. After all, people and things change.

But nope---it's still the same. And I'm thinking that's probably a good thing. I can learn so much from this, and maybe I also have something of value to give back.