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reappearing
Mar. 25th, 2006 10:11 pmi'm in Mississippi now, and have been for just over a week. somewhere in the middle of New Mexico i stopped checking email, disconnected my mental tether from the internet, and it just stopped occurring to me that i could pull out the laptop, find some wireless connection, et cetera. on the one hand, it was kinda nice; on the other, well, it made communication with faraway people much more difficult, and i've had to spend a good bit of time over the past couple of days going through the accumlated mountains of email. i haven't really even begun to respond to any of it.
but...it's time to pick that back up again, and to pick up my writing, too. i have bits and pieces written down from the road, but not all that much. *laugh* i could say i was too busy living, but that's only half-true; writing's part of living, and important to me, but it was i think more that i've been letting myself rest in that on-the-road state of mind, fluid and strange and full of shifts and changes. coyote's country, indeed. and, to be honest, once i let it slide a little it starts to pile up -- so many stories to tell and hear, the mass of emails to filter through, plans to get settled and sorted. but now i have a little more downtime, the evenings quiet and solitary after the rest of the house goes to sleep, and that's a good time for writing.
two weeks ago: ( New Mexico, winter's last stand, the Frontier and the sunset )
a little more than one week ago: ( the long straight shot east, mechanics and the Alamo, a jazz cafe with pirate daydreams... )
more stories later; it's time for sleeping now. tomorrow i may head over to New Orleans, and if Common Ground can make use of me for the afternoon i'll do whatever work i can. either way, i may take the trip in just to get out a bit, talk to them and find out how i might be useful over the few weeks, and meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
folzgold for going-out-and-doing-something-interesting. (it's been a little while since i called someone up who i didn't know at all, out of the blue, and attempted to make plans. always a little awkward, but hey, (as Arlo Guthrie says) i'm not proud. no idea if Common Ground will have work for me tomorrow, and i have no concrete plans, but at the least i'm sure there's somewhere to get a po-boy and a bottle of Barq's, and there's always the Cafe du Monde and the river and Lafitte's; i'm sure there's good music being played somewhere, or a decent game of pool, and i can wander alone or with company, either way.)
also, just as a PSA: when we drove around New Orleans, down through the lower 9th Ward, the parts of the city that had been flooded by the levee breaks, Common Ground were just about the only people we saw out and working, getting things done. they're doing soil bioremediation, general cleanup, healthcare, and eviction and legal defense. they're not perfect, but they seem to be doing good work that very, very badly needs to be done. they have a wishlist for the clinic and for general relief efforts, andfolzgold was saying they have a serious need for longterm volunteers; i think they're also happy to have people come down for a week or two. if you have time or money/useful-supplies that you can spare, and any interest in helping, they seem like a good place to give it to.
but...it's time to pick that back up again, and to pick up my writing, too. i have bits and pieces written down from the road, but not all that much. *laugh* i could say i was too busy living, but that's only half-true; writing's part of living, and important to me, but it was i think more that i've been letting myself rest in that on-the-road state of mind, fluid and strange and full of shifts and changes. coyote's country, indeed. and, to be honest, once i let it slide a little it starts to pile up -- so many stories to tell and hear, the mass of emails to filter through, plans to get settled and sorted. but now i have a little more downtime, the evenings quiet and solitary after the rest of the house goes to sleep, and that's a good time for writing.
two weeks ago: ( New Mexico, winter's last stand, the Frontier and the sunset )
a little more than one week ago: ( the long straight shot east, mechanics and the Alamo, a jazz cafe with pirate daydreams... )
more stories later; it's time for sleeping now. tomorrow i may head over to New Orleans, and if Common Ground can make use of me for the afternoon i'll do whatever work i can. either way, i may take the trip in just to get out a bit, talk to them and find out how i might be useful over the few weeks, and meet up with
folzgold for going-out-and-doing-something-interesting. (it's been a little while since i called someone up who i didn't know at all, out of the blue, and attempted to make plans. always a little awkward, but hey, (as Arlo Guthrie says) i'm not proud. no idea if Common Ground will have work for me tomorrow, and i have no concrete plans, but at the least i'm sure there's somewhere to get a po-boy and a bottle of Barq's, and there's always the Cafe du Monde and the river and Lafitte's; i'm sure there's good music being played somewhere, or a decent game of pool, and i can wander alone or with company, either way.) also, just as a PSA: when we drove around New Orleans, down through the lower 9th Ward, the parts of the city that had been flooded by the levee breaks, Common Ground were just about the only people we saw out and working, getting things done. they're doing soil bioremediation, general cleanup, healthcare, and eviction and legal defense. they're not perfect, but they seem to be doing good work that very, very badly needs to be done. they have a wishlist for the clinic and for general relief efforts, and
folzgold was saying they have a serious need for longterm volunteers; i think they're also happy to have people come down for a week or two. if you have time or money/useful-supplies that you can spare, and any interest in helping, they seem like a good place to give it to.
