second too late

I realize I have been absent. But first and most importantly, how are you? How have you been? Did you receive my thought waves as I pondered daily my return to you, if only to say hello and touch you gently on the arm? We move politely around each other but I would embrace you if I could better gauge whether you feel the same inclination for an openness in our interactions. If your gaze perhaps just a glance would meet mine as we smiled awkwardly in tandem while looking away; if the what is not being said proves to move me more towards you favouring careful consideration over complete inertia and disinterest, I would know the significance of this, the heady weight of this, and would not at all hesitate to take you by the hand.

I had been enjoying the exploration of a more creative self and I am in fact doing so now in a much different capacity; one that takes me away from bed and chair to soil and pavement and frenetic office space. My 365-project had much promise, at least on the motivational side of things, but I have had to forgo cataloguing myself in favour of learning better how to engage people, organize events, and support causes outside of my comfortable abode and much more so my skin. As much as I have missed our informal and beautifully distant interactions, there is much afoot in my/your city of Vancouver, my/your country of Canada, and I have never been more immersed in projects around civic engagement, food security, and community resilience that have made for such full days.

Throw in the coordination and participation in covert and artful projects, meeting some of the most inspired and inspiring people in this lovely town, and here is a life I am assembling from a position less rife with dishonesty and empty gestures to create something that is as much mine as it is yours.