When I began in the Starbucks journal, Carnation was not real to me. It was my covenant with the past -- slow-paced, moving at the rate my heart beats, the place where my dad loved to hunt. Although he's been dead for years, in Carnation he might walk through the door.
Today, however, something shifted. For the first time I was wholly HERE.
Joel once said, "I wish more people would write in the book." I agree. I've started handing the book to people who look interested. Many of them join. Laura isn't just a name to me now, she's a fine artist who likes colored pencils. Beth has a daughter and I met her.
The book's getting way better too. We're warming up and the pages are getting softer; more raw, dark, loose.
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