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Brisbane, QLD A short and sweet entry, like my time in Australia so far...
I have arrived in Brisbane! Ahhhhhhh it feels so good to be here. Resting in the presence of my beloved. Cradled by Australian summer. After one month of solo journey and growth in California and Massachusetts. Sometimes there is so much to be said—about an experience, a feeling, a transition, a moment—that not much can be said. At least not only with words. Not only with the words of this one language. Do you find this? Perhaps through dance, perhaps through the touch of skin, perhaps through silence, or a combination of these languages, it can all be expressed—the This of being here. The This of being here is full. In Australia. With this land. With myself. And the This of being here with Terence, specifically, is so much. It is so much for me. In the best of ways. The absolute best of ways. And I'm sure he will chuckle as he reads this. I'm an emotional being sweetheart! It is so much that I don't want try to squeeze all of it through the confinements of words. I want to let it Play and Sing and Jump and Roll, and find its multitude of languages before I translate it into my own. And I know the natural flow of time will come for this language of words to re-become the form through which my This Plays and Sings and Jumps and Rolls. But not right now. Right now this is enough. The simplicity of This. The expanse of This. The This of This. So for all the languages I may have—of English, of Heart, of Body, of Dance, of Song, of Touch, of Action, of Gaze—I feel that everything that is needing to be said right now, is being said. As she smiles, naked in their bed, and goes to join her love in the kitchen to make breakfast...
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