Well now.

That was Fascinating. Cecilia's service was this evening, and I had the pleasure of hearing some wonderful stories, put faces to names, got a bit of singing in, and shared a common, "How did I miss this?" feeling with all in the room. It was wonderful wonderful to finally have a service, even if it was lacking in a body, for unfathomable reasons of legality.

Ok, lessons. Write out a list of everyone you want told about your passing -include all manner of contact info. Sign something that says what you want done in case of life support/brain death. Write out what you want done when you die, and tell someone where it is. It doesn't matter if you don't own much, you should still get these things together. Her poor cousin has been laboring under such legal strains, it's like the justice system has hemorrhoids. (Thank you, I just made that up)

I feel a big ol "ah" in my lungs and stomach. It's a good feeling. Very complete and ready for challenges. I really love my life. I love opening up to all these new people, and not being afraid, and loving loving them. I appreciate compliments much more. Before it was like a hunger, "Gimme more! Yeah yeah that's the stuff." Now it's more of a mellow, slow, careful consideration of what the person is actually saying. I realized this while Benjy was throwing out a plethora of beautiful compliments this past weekend (Can that dude give a compliment or What?).

This past weekend was beautiful beautiful all around. Every bit of it. A much smaller than usual group of us went camping (actually, it wasn't really camping, most of us slept in one room in a cabin). Erik cooked delicious food the entire weekend. I did almost nothing. I hung out with some chickens. I drank some beer. And I swam, I swam so far away. I just swam, I swam all night and day, couldn't get away. I did not think about my concerns and worries and hum drum life even once.

Tomorrow night is an improv jam at pan theatre. I am forcing myself to participate. No more chickening around now missy! Find some balls and get the hell on that stage. No regrets.