ding bat in norway

reindeer soup
foggy shorelines
sea birds diving here and there telling you just get away from our nests and stuff
eggs will soon be chicks
got to watch for the birds when mowing for hay
roving threads of sheep herds in the heaths
which i gotta say look more of ireland than norway
spent the day in potato fields and cold sheets of rain

work is hard but never fails to reward the self. there are
all these rivlets of emotion
ebb and flow of
im not going to make it today, im lonely what am i doing here
to crying grateful, explosive infinite calmness
so glad to be fucking alive, what a freak

i am leaving my first farm to go south in a bit
to this little village perched on a vital fjord in norway called hardanger
glaciers peaks snow hats for all the mountains
water oceanous
seems an arresting landscape.

i think a lot about all of you:
we have connected in such intimate and honest ways;
that i am really feeling now as i am so far away,
these reverberations.
im giving good thoughts,
sending good hopes and feelings to all of you