at the rainbow gathering. meeting this woman. gwen. judy gives her a
hair wrap. back at the tent. she sees the book im reading on the
kabbalah. interested. she too. later. talks around a fire. about
witchcraft. the old religion. zen. shes intelligent. able to talk. teach
me about things. strange to find a woman who seeks enlightenment.
studies the religions. the old teachings. something ive been searching
for. a woman like that. but the time is not right for her. but still. so
many discussions. and one tries not to be biased. but in such experience
as mine. only men ive found whove studied these matters. so refreshing.
she tells me of someone she calls a green witch. was it on turtle island
he lived? i forget. he sold dmt to rich folks in town. always people
coming over. something about animals as well. was he attached to them? cant
remember. he was a herbalist.
gwens a dancer. she explains to me something called contact
improvisation. two people. maybe more. start touching at some point. then
they roll. twist. flip. flow into each other. as that point moves about on
each others bodies. it is like aikido. two bodies moving as one flowing
form. neither trying to dominate the other. each simply diverting.
changing the flow of energy between each. playing off one another.
contortions and convolutions of the body into new forms with another
body. i tell her of something called nude gay contact improvisation. saw
something about it in the paper in sf.
gwen is a strong woman. someone ive met before. strangely i feel somehow
like michelle. my first girlfriend. years ago. only i dont remember
michelle. but somehow that same sort of independence. yet at the same
time it seems. is it as if she chooses dependence carefully. almost as if
she can only really be dependent on a very few people at a time. and
with everyone else she is almost, at times, fiercely independent. no.
how would i know? i knew her for maybe four days. who knows. next time i
meet her then.