Portland
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I have spent the last ten days thick with love and admiration. What more could I ask for then to be curled up in Deveraux Glen with eight to ten people all of whom I am separately and uniquely madly in love with? Our tiny sweaty bodies congratulating each other over and over. My Beyonce! On this, the day of my cañada.
I have gorged myself with wild blackberries and I am ready to tell you…well actually I do not think I could ever explain all that has happened: I am engaged. My tiny love and I sat under the magic maple lace in the Japanese Gardens and held out our hopes like wanting birds. We were welcomed home to the sound of Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you” and a banner that had “support your troops” inscribed inside the tiny cursive “l” of congratulations. We folded and stuffed Little Wings albums (I love rhythmic folding), a few of us made over five life changing personal pizzas, slept on blow-up mattresses, formed a team named “The Merkins” for trivia night, and read the Hard Rain screen play aloud with feeling. I walked the streets forever with my dear love, drinking coffee and sipping soups.
How did this happen?
Yesterday we hiked through the Arboretum in Washington Park with the intention of reaching forest park. We never got there, but the moist trees and ferns of this first destination were no less pleasurable. The walk ended with a couple sitting on a blanket. The man with his shirt open, leaning back onto his lover, who was swallowing a mouthful of wine. It was something off of a romance novel. Wet with sweat, we headed back to the Max stop, approximately 644 feet underground. I wish I could smell the cold earth forever.
Later that night we headed out for a show and as we walked up the hill I jumped into the air. At this exact moment a large bird took off out of the marsh below. It was massive and graceful.
We’re flying home.
We are in the air.
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Holy moly, did we do ALL that? Case in point: storytelling brings home the magic. Just that this is here, composed, makes me feel secure, makes me feel like my future stands on the warm ledge of a promise.
Posted by Alisha | August 31, 2007 @ 8:43 PM