movement, movement

Coming out of Monday I had about as fast of a turnaround as I’ve seen in my life. Maybe its nothing special, just the ebb and flow of life as a friend and I have discussed before.

Monday sucked for lots of reasons.

Tuesday didn’t.

I found myself awake at least an hour before work. That happens often but I’m the king of taking the opportunity to sleep another hour and getting up for work at the absolute last minute.

The thunder on Tuesday morning was loud and quite noticeable with an open window. In order to make the day as opposite as possible from the day before, I got up and headed out the door. I did what any emotional, weary, single, young white person my age would do – I climbed the tallest hill I could find during a thunder and lightning storm.

Don’t worry, its wasn’t that unsafe.

What escape it could be considered I enjoyed for about 45 minutes before descending the hill and heading to work for the day. There aren’t many things as refreshing as that view overlooking a rain storm above the Columbia River Gorge.

Fast forward through a not-so-bad day at work to about 6pm. Ryan and Holly Sharp are two people who’s music and perspective I have admired for quite a while and I’ve chatted with Ryan here and there over email and blogs. I hope its common knowledge that they’re moving to Portland in a few months and they leased a house for a couple weeks here while they scope out the area and actually made an offer on a house.

So anyway, Ryan and I planned on meeting up when they made it up here, and we did just that. Finding a fantastic backstage bar in the Hawthorne district was only the beginning.

Its not often in life that you find people who, for lack of better words, you’ve been looking for. The people who feel like life long friends though you met just 5 minutes before. The people who’s perspective values the same exploration and transparency as your own. The people who community was meant to bring together, but tragically they never live in the same town.

Few things have I missed about my friends in Colorado Springs more than the chance to sit and have conversation on a completely understood level. In many ways that is what community is to me, and perhaps its why I’ve taken to blogging while in the absence of the community I desire.

I’ve got thoughts rattling around in my head – the remnants of the many places conversation, stout Portland-brewed beer, and french pressed coffee took us last night – from the battle between fear and hope to the various connections we share in friends and places we grew up.

So I guess, especially as I feel about as negative (though with purpose) as they come, I’ll just pretend that this post happened on the day it actually occured and I’ll call this a positive post — one that was much needed. Cheers to life, transparency, and community (even e-community).