Friday, November 03, 2006

Commune

In one of my lives, I live in a commune in Santa Cruz (or Monterey or San Luis Obispo or Santa Barbara) with the most amazing people in my life, and the most amazing people in their lives. We're not hippies, exactly - I mean, some of us are vegetarian, and some of us eat hamburgers and watch Monday Night Football, and some of us play - and create! - video games and love our iPods. Some of us are writing the Great American Novel, and some of us are making croissants from scratch. We play on the beach. We surf. We drink coffee and good red wine and have a henhouse so that we can have fresh fresh eggs and giggle at the chickens. We have dogs and cats and babies and maybe even a chinchilla or a Guinea Pig named Crystal. We create: Software, paintings, words, buildings, stories, cupcakes, ideas, Haiku. We Photoshop. We laugh. We cry. We eat ice cream and play guitar and sing. We love each other for our strengths and vulnerabilities and we ebb and flow together and crash gloriously against the rocks like the waves: forceful and calm, dangerous and comforting. We run marathons and do martial arts and practice yoga and experiment with buttercream, and every single day we fall in love with the world just a little bit more.

4 comments:

Chad R West said...

Sounds pretty nice, sans the Guinea Pig - Crystal.

Brianna said...

I will force you to do this. I'm free on Sunday so... you know, start packing.

SparklyD said...

I would like to join the commune of which you speak. I will make sushi, create a new language and facilitate karaoke nights...

Anonymous said...

The moment I figure out how to fund the commune I will come running to your door in the night and we will get on a Westbound plane. We will, of course, miss the final boarding call to get Mickey D's in the food court. We gotta start this venture out right.