Ventures/ and Adventures

Latitudes, attitudes, platitudes. My mother armed me with many of the latter, one of which echoes even til now. "Tomorrow is another day"

There have been many "another days" during this first week. Dustin has somehow commanded a retrospective, declaring today the "One Week Anniversary" of our trip to Berlin. This makes me reflective of those days. The new days and the old. Some of the another days welcome, erasing the frustration or regret of the previous. Some another days are reluctant, wresting the pleasantness of the "oh-that-was-so-good" from the here and now by the future.

We only have the present, people say. But it's built on the foundation of the past and the promise of the future. I am a product of this.

Trying to be philosophical at this moment is interrupted by the arrival of Steph who has just come from an amazing journey to claim her first skateboard. The rest of the DaPoPo peeps are rejoicing for her and her return.

So goes the ebb and flow. Thoughts and feelings and emotions and intellect and passion rise and fall.

Now Garry reads to everyone from a German- language childrens' storybook. They are all gathered around, listening, laughing. An unlikely combination of folk gathered for the same purpose. Not only the reading of the story, but to create together. And to give that creation to others. We take it from ourselves, for better or worse, and give it.

I've opened. It was hard. And somehow easy, upon reflection. Thank you Berliner Ensemble. And Dustin.

I'm still here. And was there. And will be...

Adding to Mom's idea that tomorrow is another day, today was good day - no matter what - and tomorrow... Well, tomorrow will be.

kim.