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After living here for a year, there are still moments every day when I open doors to step outside and am whipped with the sheer beauty and newness of the mountain views. Breathing greens at high noon, dimming gradients of blues, melting yellow at dusk. The force of each is somehow something like tidy, neutral violence to my system--always unexpected, always incomparable, always all-consuming of the instant and my entire thriving being.
I am experimenting with ways of holding my curiosity and reverence, of processing my relationship to and in this home. I'm winking at names of places around me and getting to know them better, the stories behind. Also the stories forward I am growing myself: here is one edge of Deep Gap as I knew it yesterday evening. I'd like to keep in mind a project composed of these layers of names and shifting impressions.
After living here for a year, there are still moments every day when I open doors to step outside and am whipped with the sheer beauty and newness of the mountain views. Breathing greens at high noon, dimming gradients of blues, melting yellow at dusk. The force of each is somehow something like tidy, neutral violence to my system--always unexpected, always incomparable, always all-consuming of the instant and my entire thriving being.
I am experimenting with ways of holding my curiosity and reverence, of processing my relationship to and in this home. I'm winking at names of places around me and getting to know them better, the stories behind. Also the stories forward I am growing myself: here is one edge of Deep Gap as I knew it yesterday evening. I'd like to keep in mind a project composed of these layers of names and shifting impressions.
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