last night in whitehorse

I don't know if you can see it, but I am a dark, nutty brown. The wind is high here, keeping the mosquitos off me as I check email and jot notes in the parking lot for the last time.

We wrapped the Letters Project tonight. No one showed up. Oh well. I'm not that disappointed, instead totally satisfied that if people felt like they needed more they would have showed up. Lack of attendance in this case is an indication of a happy audience: happy with their letters, happy to let the experience exist privately. Perhaps the big wrap up is more for the writers than for the readers. That's cool.

i'd like to try this project again except with Penpals instead. Maybe for the PCC in September. Now there's something to think about...

I met a young man named Noah today who was talking about how he had seen eagles mate twice in his lifetime. "That's something you're only supposed to see once," he said. Making me think and remember Mayne Island last year when Mel proposed to Saori. On our last day on the island we were sitting on the cliff we had nicknamed Eagle's Bluff. The bald eagles were flying by and I was fascinated by what looked like sea otters so far below in the ocean. I heard a group, 'whoa!' and looked over my shoulder and up where two eagles where flying in opposite directions. "They just collided, mid-air!" someone said. And that was it. That was the closest I've been to seeing eagles mate. And of course the others, who are already connected by birth and blood and choice, are bound together in mysterious and mundane ways. And me, the one looking down instead of up: what does that mean for me?

Kevin and I once talked about how there was bound to be a break at some point. Was that it?

But then when I think about the friends, the really good friends I have, breaks or none: we are friends. That's the way it is with me. You are my friend or you are not. And neither time nor distance will change that. You make a commitment to a person. Or at least I do. And I understand not keeping in touch and I understand doing your best, because that's what I do.

And instead of missing something I think, instead, there are eagles mating still ahead in my future. That omen has yet to be used in my life. There is more to come.

I'm going inside to try and squish all my stuff into two bags. I don't know if it'll work, but I'll certainly try!