As Close As That

[Guest guest]

I sit here, comfortable like, coffee piping hot, music playing in the

background [open another page to intentionalone.com and you can listen

to it too...ongoing mellow piano, etc...].

I opened my eyes at 3:33 yesterday and got up, after having fell asleep

on the couch, and again this morning at 4:04. Sleep patterns changing

again...getting a heavy, like fall asleep right now this minute feeling,

lay down then back early morning...relaxed.

This is more a rambling thoughts attempt. As I've been sitting here

simply observing thoughts pass by, reading mail and posts. It is so

amazing to me, all of you...each and every one of you. This is my

intentional community, as I see it in my mind, and feel it's presence.

Here I sit on the laptop, quite and peaceful, the cats starting early to

see if they can wreck the house. The coffee smells great, is

awake and on her computer.

It's like a huge older n home, most of you all still asleep,

dreaming dreams of possibilities. Some are up and about, passing through

in their robes and house shoes, sleepy eyed...you say good morning...ask

if I want breakfast, I nod, " not right now " .

All of us here on this big beautiful property that we call our home.

Family, so much so, no stranger could tell we weren't all related. Well,

they might raise an eyebrow as all the girls woke up and kissed me,

sometimes a hug, sometimes a side joke. I'd get the ole elbow from

someone visiting, " dude, what's up with all this...tell me, hold nothing

back... " What's to tell, their my sisters, my mother's, my friends, my

wives, my soul. " Dude, fill me in, that's what I mean, the wive thing. "

Dude me again and I'm going to throw coffee on you...it's no big

secret...

They are all, each and every one, all the women in my life. They are my

sisters, and I'll take up for them against any, and ruff house with

them, so they are capable of handling all the things in the world that

come along. They are my mothers, as they care deeply for me, and show it

in all the little things they do. They love unlimitedly. They let me

know " I Can " .

They are my friends, the best they make. They seep into your soul, and

ever become everything I am. We comfort and strengthen each other, and

we laugh till we cry...and it's ok.

They are my daughters, and I watch over their comings and goings, not

limiting them, but watching the edges of possibilities for any troubles,

and smoothing the way for them to be everything they can, and more. They

are my wives, part of my soul, part of my life, part of my spirit. I

touch them with words and thoughts, caress them with strength and

partner with their love.

And the guys.....[oh, them......lol]...brothers, and fathers, and best

friends, even sons. We lovingly hone the others skills and ideas...we

offer support and possibility. We give a hand, and receive it gladly. We

break a sweat with the days work to build a better place here, and then

sit and watch life unfold in all of it's ways. And we wrap ourselves

around the loves in our lives.

The kids...well, they get to be kids...no hurry...no demands on their

childhoods...on their becoming simply by being who they are. We all sit

and watch them, and rarely can we do so for long...for we have learned

to all be kids...can you see it, maybe if you half squint your eyes a

bit...we all change back into our childhood forms, running and laughing,

and playing like nothing else exist at all. " Tag, your it " . " I'm going

to get you " . " I'm going to cut off those pig-tails when I catch you " .

Yeah, we'll pick on each other, laughing the whole way, and we'll all

stand up in full force if you dare have any other ideas.

Yes, this is our little intentional community...where we live, and love

and play. Even the work is fun, because we know how to share...gone are

the " little things " that meant nothing, out there in the " made up

world " . As we stroll down our many paths through our woods, along the

refreshing streams that follow us. And the waterfalls, hidden away,

where the pool of clear spring water beckons us to dive in and wash our

cares away.

Even our hoses and abodes we have broke sweat together and built with

our own hands, laughing and throwing mud at one another. There is

nothing like these feelings, and the shared campfire at the end of the

day, as we feel the deep completion, of our own Eden, a paradise that

was always there, waiting for our souls to touch it, as it springs to

life.

Join in our sing along...few of us can carry a tune but, who cares, we

sound good...for the laughing at ourselves evens out the melody, and the

smiles reflect the fire. The drums only sound out what our hearts have

been saying all along.

I guess I can see how you might think some of us a sex fiends and think

things are up, with all the hugging, kissing, and carrying on. But that

would just be you don't ya see...we don't put limits on being ourselves,

our truly authentic selves.

We're an affectionate, loving, emotional, wonderful group that we call

family...

The smell of coffee, fresh in the pot, overtaking my senses...as more

and more awaken, sleepy yawns, as " you " come up behind me, kiss me on

the cheek, arms wrapped around my neck, " what ya writing now D " , oh,

just " stuff " .... " whenever did ya just write stuff " ? I smile,

" Eden " ...who'd thought paradise was so close.....

Love D~

copyright2007knightsintent[dc]

[Guest guest]

It is exactly like that my brother. Exactly... How beautiful!Instead of coffee though, can I have some tea? Namaste,Stefanie>> I sit here, comfortable like, coffee piping hot, music playing in the> background [open another page to intentionalone.com and you can listen> to it too...ongoing mellow piano, etc...].> > I opened my eyes at 3:33 yesterday and got up, after having fell asleep> on the couch, and again this morning at 4:04. Sleep patterns changing> again...getting a heavy, like fall asleep right now this minute feeling,> lay down then back early morning...relaxed.> > This is more a rambling thoughts attempt. As I've been sitting here> simply observing thoughts pass by, reading mail and posts. It is so> amazing to me, all of you...each and every one of you. This is my> intentional community, as I see it in my mind, and feel it's presence.> Here I sit on the laptop, quite and peaceful, the cats starting early to> see if they can wreck the house. The coffee smells great, is> awake and on her computer.> > It's like a huge older n home, most of you all still asleep,> dreaming dreams of possibilities. Some are up and about, passing through> in their robes and house shoes, sleepy eyed...you say good morning...ask> if I want breakfast, I nod, "not right now".> > All of us here on this big beautiful property that we call our home.> Family, so much so, no stranger could tell we weren't all related. Well,> they might raise an eyebrow as all the girls woke up and kissed me,> sometimes a hug, sometimes a side joke. I'd get the ole elbow from> someone visiting, "dude, what's up with all this...tell me, hold nothing> back..." What's to tell, their my sisters, my mother's, my friends, my> wives, my soul. "Dude, fill me in, that's what I mean, the wive thing."> Dude me again and I'm going to throw coffee on you...it's no big> secret...> > They are all, each and every one, all the women in my life. They are my> sisters, and I'll take up for them against any, and ruff house with> them, so they are capable of handling all the things in the world that> come along. They are my mothers, as they care deeply for me, and show it> in all the little things they do. They love unlimitedly. They let me> know "I Can".> > They are my friends, the best they make. They seep into your soul, and> ever become everything I am. We comfort and strengthen each other, and> we laugh till we cry...and it's ok.> > They are my daughters, and I watch over their comings and goings, not> limiting them, but watching the edges of possibilities for any troubles,> and smoothing the way for them to be everything they can, and more. They> are my wives, part of my soul, part of my life, part of my spirit. I> touch them with words and thoughts, caress them with strength and> partner with their love.> > And the guys.....[oh, them......lol]...brothers, and fathers, and best> friends, even sons. We lovingly hone the others skills and ideas...we> offer support and possibility. We give a hand, and receive it gladly. We> break a sweat with the days work to build a better place here, and then> sit and watch life unfold in all of it's ways. And we wrap ourselves> around the loves in our lives.> > The kids...well, they get to be kids...no hurry...no demands on their> childhoods...on their becoming simply by being who they are. We all sit> and watch them, and rarely can we do so for long...for we have learned> to all be kids...can you see it, maybe if you half squint your eyes a> bit...we all change back into our childhood forms, running and laughing,> and playing like nothing else exist at all. "Tag, your it". "I'm going> to get you". "I'm going to cut off those pig-tails when I catch you".> Yeah, we'll pick on each other, laughing the whole way, and we'll all> stand up in full force if you dare have any other ideas.> > Yes, this is our little intentional community...where we live, and love> and play. Even the work is fun, because we know how to share...gone are> the "little things" that meant nothing, out there in the "made up> world". As we stroll down our many paths through our woods, along the> refreshing streams that follow us. And the waterfalls, hidden away,> where the pool of clear spring water beckons us to dive in and wash our> cares away.> > Even our hoses and abodes we have broke sweat together and built with> our own hands, laughing and throwing mud at one another. There is> nothing like these feelings, and the shared campfire at the end of the> day, as we feel the deep completion, of our own Eden, a paradise that> was always there, waiting for our souls to touch it, as it springs to> life.> > Join in our sing along...few of us can carry a tune but, who cares, we> sound good...for the laughing at ourselves evens out the melody, and the> smiles reflect the fire. The drums only sound out what our hearts have> been saying all along.> > I guess I can see how you might think some of us a sex fiends and think> things are up, with all the hugging, kissing, and carrying on. But that> would just be you don't ya see...we don't put limits on being ourselves,> our truly authentic selves.> > We're an affectionate, loving, emotional, wonderful group that we call> family...> > The smell of coffee, fresh in the pot, overtaking my senses...as more> and more awaken, sleepy yawns, as "you" come up behind me, kiss me on> the cheek, arms wrapped around my neck, "what ya writing now D", oh,> just "stuff"...."whenever did ya just write stuff"? I smile,> "Eden"...who'd thought paradise was so close.....> > > Love D~> copyright2007knightsintent[dc]>

[Guest guest]

Like you had to ask...there's every kind of tea nice and cold, but

you'll have to boil some water for the hot. Actually, I think

just pulled off a fresh pot to cool.

Still in those booty socks are ya? I think you just like sliding

across the hardwood floors. By the way, I think some of the guys went

out riding, and your horse is saddled and out back there...it keeps

trying to gnaw on the back door, one day i swear it's going to come

right in here and up the stairs to get you....you and that horse

whispering stuff.

Speaking of horses, be out at the falls around noon, we're going to

play...well, some will play, others are going to get

dunked......hehehehehehehe

Love D~

> >

> > I sit here, comfortable like, coffee piping hot, music playing in the

> > background [open another page to intentionalone.com and you can listen

> > to it too...ongoing mellow piano, etc...].

> >

> > I opened my eyes at 3:33 yesterday and got up, after having fell

> asleep

> > on the couch, and again this morning at 4:04. Sleep patterns changing

> > again...getting a heavy, like fall asleep right now this minute

> feeling,

> > lay down then back early morning...relaxed.

> >

> > This is more a rambling thoughts attempt. As I've been sitting here

> > simply observing thoughts pass by, reading mail and posts. It is so

> > amazing to me, all of you...each and every one of you. This is my

> > intentional community, as I see it in my mind, and feel it's presence.

> > Here I sit on the laptop, quite and peaceful, the cats starting early

> to

> > see if they can wreck the house. The coffee smells great, is

> > awake and on her computer.

> >

> > It's like a huge older n home, most of you all still asleep,

> > dreaming dreams of possibilities. Some are up and about, passing

> through

> > in their robes and house shoes, sleepy eyed...you say good

> morning...ask

> > if I want breakfast, I nod, " not right now " .

> >

> > All of us here on this big beautiful property that we call our home.

> > Family, so much so, no stranger could tell we weren't all related.

> Well,

> > they might raise an eyebrow as all the girls woke up and kissed me,

> > sometimes a hug, sometimes a side joke. I'd get the ole elbow from

> > someone visiting, " dude, what's up with all this...tell me, hold

> nothing

> > back... " What's to tell, their my sisters, my mother's, my friends, my

> > wives, my soul. " Dude, fill me in, that's what I mean, the wive

> thing. "

> > Dude me again and I'm going to throw coffee on you...it's no big

> > secret...

> >

> > They are all, each and every one, all the women in my life. They are

> my

> > sisters, and I'll take up for them against any, and ruff house with

> > them, so they are capable of handling all the things in the world that

> > come along. They are my mothers, as they care deeply for me, and show

> it

> > in all the little things they do. They love unlimitedly. They let me

> > know " I Can " .

> >

> > They are my friends, the best they make. They seep into your soul, and

> > ever become everything I am. We comfort and strengthen each other, and

> > we laugh till we cry...and it's ok.

> >

> > They are my daughters, and I watch over their comings and goings, not

> > limiting them, but watching the edges of possibilities for any

> troubles,

> > and smoothing the way for them to be everything they can, and more.

> They

> > are my wives, part of my soul, part of my life, part of my spirit. I

> > touch them with words and thoughts, caress them with strength and

> > partner with their love.

> >

> > And the guys.....[oh, them......lol]...brothers, and fathers, and best

> > friends, even sons. We lovingly hone the others skills and ideas...we

> > offer support and possibility. We give a hand, and receive it gladly.

> We

> > break a sweat with the days work to build a better place here, and

> then

> > sit and watch life unfold in all of it's ways. And we wrap ourselves

> > around the loves in our lives.

> >

> > The kids...well, they get to be kids...no hurry...no demands on their

> > childhoods...on their becoming simply by being who they are. We all

> sit

> > and watch them, and rarely can we do so for long...for we have learned

> > to all be kids...can you see it, maybe if you half squint your eyes a

> > bit...we all change back into our childhood forms, running and

> laughing,

> > and playing like nothing else exist at all. " Tag, your it " . " I'm going

> > to get you " . " I'm going to cut off those pig-tails when I catch you " .

> > Yeah, we'll pick on each other, laughing the whole way, and we'll all

> > stand up in full force if you dare have any other ideas.

> >

> > Yes, this is our little intentional community...where we live, and

> love

> > and play. Even the work is fun, because we know how to share...gone

> are

> > the " little things " that meant nothing, out there in the " made up

> > world " . As we stroll down our many paths through our woods, along the

> > refreshing streams that follow us. And the waterfalls, hidden away,

> > where the pool of clear spring water beckons us to dive in and wash

> our

> > cares away.

> >

> > Even our hoses and abodes we have broke sweat together and built with

> > our own hands, laughing and throwing mud at one another. There is

> > nothing like these feelings, and the shared campfire at the end of the

> > day, as we feel the deep completion, of our own Eden, a paradise that

> > was always there, waiting for our souls to touch it, as it springs to

> > life.

> >

> > Join in our sing along...few of us can carry a tune but, who cares, we

> > sound good...for the laughing at ourselves evens out the melody, and

> the

> > smiles reflect the fire. The drums only sound out what our hearts have

> > been saying all along.

> >

> > I guess I can see how you might think some of us a sex fiends and

> think

> > things are up, with all the hugging, kissing, and carrying on. But

> that

> > would just be you don't ya see...we don't put limits on being

> ourselves,

> > our truly authentic selves.

> >

> > We're an affectionate, loving, emotional, wonderful group that we call

> > family...

> >

> > The smell of coffee, fresh in the pot, overtaking my senses...as more

> > and more awaken, sleepy yawns, as " you " come up behind me, kiss me on

> > the cheek, arms wrapped around my neck, " what ya writing now D " , oh,

> > just " stuff " .... " whenever did ya just write stuff " ? I smile,

> > " Eden " ...who'd thought paradise was so close.....

> >

> >

> > Love D~

> > copyright2007knightsintent[dc]

> >

>

[Guest guest]

,

You make ~Karma cry! This brought me to sweet blissful tears..

Yes! I felt every word of this.. I remotely saw you, and felt the

emotions here..

Love to you... Thank you for sharing this beauty..

~Karma

> > >

> > > I sit here, comfortable like, coffee piping hot, music playing

in the

> > > background [open another page to intentionalone.com and you can

listen

> > > to it too...ongoing mellow piano, etc...].

> > >

> > > I opened my eyes at 3:33 yesterday and got up, after having fell

> > asleep

> > > on the couch, and again this morning at 4:04. Sleep patterns

changing

> > > again...getting a heavy, like fall asleep right now this minute

> > feeling,

> > > lay down then back early morning...relaxed.

> > >

> > > This is more a rambling thoughts attempt. As I've been sitting here

> > > simply observing thoughts pass by, reading mail and posts. It is so

> > > amazing to me, all of you...each and every one of you. This is my

> > > intentional community, as I see it in my mind, and feel it's

presence.

> > > Here I sit on the laptop, quite and peaceful, the cats starting

early

> > to

> > > see if they can wreck the house. The coffee smells great, is

> > > awake and on her computer.

> > >

> > > It's like a huge older n home, most of you all still asleep,

> > > dreaming dreams of possibilities. Some are up and about, passing

> > through

> > > in their robes and house shoes, sleepy eyed...you say good

> > morning...ask

> > > if I want breakfast, I nod, " not right now " .

> > >

> > > All of us here on this big beautiful property that we call our home.

> > > Family, so much so, no stranger could tell we weren't all related.

> > Well,

> > > they might raise an eyebrow as all the girls woke up and kissed me,

> > > sometimes a hug, sometimes a side joke. I'd get the ole elbow from

> > > someone visiting, " dude, what's up with all this...tell me, hold

> > nothing

> > > back... " What's to tell, their my sisters, my mother's, my

friends, my

> > > wives, my soul. " Dude, fill me in, that's what I mean, the wive

> > thing. "

> > > Dude me again and I'm going to throw coffee on you...it's no big

> > > secret...

> > >

> > > They are all, each and every one, all the women in my life. They are

> > my

> > > sisters, and I'll take up for them against any, and ruff house with

> > > them, so they are capable of handling all the things in the

world that

> > > come along. They are my mothers, as they care deeply for me, and

show

> > it

> > > in all the little things they do. They love unlimitedly. They let me

> > > know " I Can " .

> > >

> > > They are my friends, the best they make. They seep into your

soul, and

> > > ever become everything I am. We comfort and strengthen each

other, and

> > > we laugh till we cry...and it's ok.

> > >

> > > They are my daughters, and I watch over their comings and

goings, not

> > > limiting them, but watching the edges of possibilities for any

> > troubles,

> > > and smoothing the way for them to be everything they can, and more.

> > They

> > > are my wives, part of my soul, part of my life, part of my spirit. I

> > > touch them with words and thoughts, caress them with strength and

> > > partner with their love.

> > >

> > > And the guys.....[oh, them......lol]...brothers, and fathers,

and best

> > > friends, even sons. We lovingly hone the others skills and

ideas...we

> > > offer support and possibility. We give a hand, and receive it

gladly.

> > We

> > > break a sweat with the days work to build a better place here, and

> > then

> > > sit and watch life unfold in all of it's ways. And we wrap ourselves

> > > around the loves in our lives.

> > >

> > > The kids...well, they get to be kids...no hurry...no demands on

their

> > > childhoods...on their becoming simply by being who they are. We all

> > sit

> > > and watch them, and rarely can we do so for long...for we have

learned

> > > to all be kids...can you see it, maybe if you half squint your

eyes a

> > > bit...we all change back into our childhood forms, running and

> > laughing,

> > > and playing like nothing else exist at all. " Tag, your it " . " I'm

going

> > > to get you " . " I'm going to cut off those pig-tails when I catch

you " .

> > > Yeah, we'll pick on each other, laughing the whole way, and

we'll all

> > > stand up in full force if you dare have any other ideas.

> > >

> > > Yes, this is our little intentional community...where we live, and

> > love

> > > and play. Even the work is fun, because we know how to share...gone

> > are

> > > the " little things " that meant nothing, out there in the " made up

> > > world " . As we stroll down our many paths through our woods,

along the

> > > refreshing streams that follow us. And the waterfalls, hidden away,

> > > where the pool of clear spring water beckons us to dive in and wash

> > our

> > > cares away.

> > >

> > > Even our hoses and abodes we have broke sweat together and built

with

> > > our own hands, laughing and throwing mud at one another. There is

> > > nothing like these feelings, and the shared campfire at the end

of the

> > > day, as we feel the deep completion, of our own Eden, a paradise

that

> > > was always there, waiting for our souls to touch it, as it

springs to

> > > life.

> > >

> > > Join in our sing along...few of us can carry a tune but, who

cares, we

> > > sound good...for the laughing at ourselves evens out the melody, and

> > the

> > > smiles reflect the fire. The drums only sound out what our

hearts have

> > > been saying all along.

> > >

> > > I guess I can see how you might think some of us a sex fiends and

> > think

> > > things are up, with all the hugging, kissing, and carrying on. But

> > that

> > > would just be you don't ya see...we don't put limits on being

> > ourselves,

> > > our truly authentic selves.

> > >

> > > We're an affectionate, loving, emotional, wonderful group that

we call

> > > family...

> > >

> > > The smell of coffee, fresh in the pot, overtaking my senses...as

more

> > > and more awaken, sleepy yawns, as " you " come up behind me, kiss

me on

> > > the cheek, arms wrapped around my neck, " what ya writing now D " , oh,

> > > just " stuff " .... " whenever did ya just write stuff " ? I smile,

> > > " Eden " ...who'd thought paradise was so close.....

> > >

> > >

> > > Love D~

> > > copyright2007knightsintent[dc]

> > >

> >

>