<p>ⓒ Richard Levitte</p>
http://journal.richard.levitte.org/tags/pack/Richard Levitte's journalikiwiki2010-12-08T14:36:25ZThis is my pack, my tribehttp://journal.richard.levitte.org/entries/This-is-my-pack/2010-12-08T14:36:25Z2010-12-08T14:33:45Z
<p>A little now and then, a bunch of polys (definitionists,
hedonists, anarchists, ...) that know each other or are aquainted
somehow get together at a café here in Stockholm. We spend time
together, maybe we get to meet a new person, maybe we get som new
perspectives, hug a lot or cuddle in corner or three. The place has
a couple of couches and a number of people are quite cuddly, it
really lends itself to that.</p>
<p>Yesterday was one of those times. We were quite a bunch, so we
invaded one of the rooms, and there were a number of people I feel
close to and love. I came there with someone i get together with a
little now and then, and I got to see her become part of the bunch
of people I know and love, got to see her share her deep intense
gaze with someone else, and all I could do was to smile, it looked
so beautiful.</p>
<p>Moments later, I sank into myself a bit and looked around,
watching all those that were there, contemplating a face here,
feeling someone's presence there, listening to the buzz of people
talking with each other, catching a few words in a conversation
that went back to becoming part of the buzz. The ebergy was calm,
safe with lots of life, flow and connection. In the middle of this,
when I just let it flow over and through me and found myself relax
into it, I realised, in the deepest of me, that this is truly my
pack, my tribe. I've put this in words before, but this time, the
feeling came from really deep inside.</p>
<p>This is my pack, this is my tribe. This is where I enjoy myself,
this is where I live like I don't elsewhere. Here, I can be
real.</p>
<p>My pack. My tribe.</p>
<p><em>[This is a translation of what I wrote <a href=
"http://polybloggen.wordpress.com/2010/12/08/det-har-ar-min-flock/">
here</a>]</em></p>