He woke up in Victoria at four am. Landed on the prairies at nine. The patchwork quilt, smell of dirt, and giant skies filled out those missing spaces in memory.
A body remembering where it comes from. Two weeks in Alberta, a handful of friends and family. We spent our time shooting guns, drinking softly, fishing the murky rivers. Avoiding political debates,looking at the stars, chainsawing dead trees, learning to tie flies, reminiscing, watching ancient television shows, searching for a decent cup of coffee, avoiding email, and chilling with a few good friends.
The sad truth is I have only a few good friends left in cowtown, so this trip felt rich in connections with family, and I noticed my waning heart, wanting more friend connections. So
Much inmmymlife has changed, in Calgary as well. I visited my old hip, reggae, and dance hall pub. It was lovely I danced. Those old friends I hoped to see were just pale ghosts and memories.
Alas, this is life, sometimes we arrive home only to realize we are tourists, in our own communities and our own hearts.
Tonight I head home to Victoria, to my friends, to my community, to where my heart rests…….
See y’all soon
In kind
Matty
Now I feel like such a dork, because I was two blocks from your place today and didn’t detour to pummel your door down.
Sorry I’ve been too hard to find.
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Current music selection: “Merchandise” on _Repeater_, by Fugazi (which you’d totally love if you don’t already).
thanks peter….lets hang out soon…