P O S T . . . . . H A R M O N I C
April 23, 1998

        
it has 
          taken me longer then usual to conjure my tome of thanks; perhaps 

          it is readjusting to my home after so much time away or the constant 
          

          grind of things to do, places to go and other sundry distractions. or 
          

          perhaps it is the number of things that have happened to me as of late, 
          

          and all this has been difficult to process and integrate.

        


          so for that, a big thanks to glendon 
          for his fine sculpted chimes that 

          graced my home with wonderfully bizarre upper harmonics floating into 
          

          the rafters, entangling our old friend karma 
          moffett's improvisations 
          

          on harp, bowls, long horn, guitar and voice. also to jocelyn, 
          whom I 

          didn't know before thursday, who called about the zone earlier in the 
          

          day and by evening filled the space with her abstrakt 
          visual poetry. 

          less an event than a playground, this zone was a cool reworking of the 
          

          sandbox and I really enjoyed (like usual) the warmth and the play among 
          

          old and new friends. I was thinking that 
          for the last five months I'd 

          come home for the 'zone and how wonderful it has been to consistently 
          

          fill my space with such warmth and connection. and now that I am home 
          

          for a while, this glowing reminder of cheer and of family is as much 
          of 

          a gift that I can give myself.

        


          I think part of my attraction 
          to the 'zone is it's ability to integrate 

          different parts of my life and my community. the artists that 
          hang 

          their art in the back, the neighbors wandering in, those whom I have 
          

          worked with, the spiral, my family and all friends both old and new 
          

          come together and integrate splintered aspects of my life. and perhaps 
          

          this is part of the release that we all periodically need, for there 
          

          seems to be a constant tension for the desires of consistency and 

          commitment and for freedom. it has become clear to me that too much 
          

          any one thing, be it work, sleep or even love (ok perhaps not love, 
          

          especially in it's most resplendent forms) can not always be good 

          thing. and perhaps the way to moderate these things to periodically 
          

          break their patterns upon our lives with other extreme experiences. 
          we 

          have always seen those who work hard, play hard and somehow, they seem 
          

          better for it. and with that, the 'zone has been the tonic for all my 
          

          out of town work wonderings and my homecoming 
          to this space is a 

          greater gift than any material object I could conceive.

        


          the night before the zone, I was flying back from new york, and to the 
          

          north there was a band of shimmering light. this must have been the 
          

          aroara borealis is and below, flittering 
          and sputtering in a constant 

          action/reaction was lighting, shocking the darkens with a supernatural 
          

          rapidity. it's nice to know that I can still see and experience things 
          

          that surprise and delight me; this is why I go to burning man, this 
          why 

          every six weeks I open my house to what ever comes in. we are through 
          

          one third of the zones as there will be only twenty six in total. so 
          

          it's now time to take it to the next level. 
          time for stepping up; 

          would you dare to take on a letter and run with it? I've never 

          considered the AZ to be a personal project, but rather the spawn of 
          

          this loose community. so who wants a letter, who wants to contribute? 
          

          the next one is called illumination, 
          who wants to come walk in the light?

        
 
        

        
 
        
 
          

            
 
              
 

                
 
                
 

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