127 Goldsborough. or, What's in a Place

I am still in my bath robe.

I am still in my blue fleecy bathrobe and my saggy butt longjohns, the yellow sun is making green light all over the place and the blue sky, and shiny river, are making me happy.

I am picking up KRuss tonight from her new spot on Charles St, Bmore. We are going for dinner than to see Brandi Carlile sing and sing and sing my themes.

Tomorrow Walsh and me and Susan and Jeff are going to see Girlyman but really I am going to see Pogirl, I CAN NOT believe they are playing in of all places, Easton. Teee heee!!

But I should be in Seattle. It is 2:30, I'm in my robe and longundies, the gorgeous fall is sighing and I should be on a plane to meet Larry Mt.Rainer and the city streets. I've been looking for a place to go, ready to get on the move. I booked a 10 day trip to the PacNW, was supposed to fly in to SeaTac for a few glorious harvest days, then bus it to Detroit, OR and sit in the hotsprings and do yoga at Breitenbush. Then Beth was gonna pick me up, and take me to the Coast.

But the other stuff, the other intentions I been yearning and turning around and again--they came up instead, to improve and challenge my circumstance. Teena hinted that she couldn't afford to keep our home here at Choptank open for the winter, which was alright cuz I'd been on Craig's List for months. I just didn't expect for her to come home and say alright it's for sure--you'll have to go go go--just before my trip to the Pac NW.

I rescheduled, which is just what was meant to happen, for the moon had already helped me to see. Or to clarify my intentions, that is. Fullmama moon who just passed--Second Harvest--The Big Plain: how simple and easy it is to accept your own truth, or truths, what is standing still inside of there when a moon like that can help you to see. I put my intentions out, easy easy easy now and just like that on Monday driving to work saw the Place in my dreams.

I called the number and she answered and I went right over and she let me in.

I signed the lease BEFORE we figured out that she knows my mom and the crones, is one of their friends.

Funny, mom was so good about just listening too, on Sunday night while I ate with her and pop and tried best I could to be hope-full and brave.

Here are the Places where I have lived, where I have made my name and placed my bones and called them each by name, as the background of the Place soaked in and defined me too, just the same. There are stories, fantastic, fabulous, heartened and truth-full stories from each one, tragic and frightening sometimes, too. And characters. So many characters my heart at times has brimmed beyond full...What's in a name? So much, so much. All that's in a Place: So much stories, so much details, so much answers and questions to tell...

6th Street

The Drifthood

Wash Ave

121 Mt. Royal Ave

The Pickup in the Woods

The Trailor in Waldport

Willow Street; or Lincoln Beach

Truslow Road

Anngar

& the one where I went to live, for a story, a place and details all my own

Choptank

Which is also the one where I have now 10 glorious days to do absolutely nothing with but luxuriate. To fully, and buoyantly breathe in and experience the Fall. To, as I did all morning, lay in my robe with my back on the dusty wood of the pier and the sun shining down. Breathing. Smiling. Exhaling and reveling in what I've found. Thinking about a year. One year and what can happen. One whole turn.

Choptank you know I'll never ever let you go...but thank you anyway for moving me along.