Today is bean making day, rice making day. It’s the big cook for Food Not Bombs. And we’re bottom lining it because our friends are in Flagstaff. So we gotta serve and hang out longer than usual. It’s five pounds of pinto beans.
This morning I woke from complex dreams of having to do all sorts of things, old fashioned, journeys, performances, broken things. It was hard realizing upon waking that I didn’t need to keep struggling. It was just dreams.