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[theatokos]

It is pouring here. Ah, Juneau has come to me. I have done the work needed for tomorrow, nothing more, but nothing less either. I spent the morning/early afternoon discovering the profound joys of honesty. Honesty is a scary thing: it shines light into our darkest dankest corners, the places where we need a helping loving hand to hang onto, sometimes as a guide, sometimes just as a companion. This morning I suspected that I would be left floating alone in this greyness, wading in the puddles of my corners. Instead I found a strong hand, one that would not let me hide. I'm not sure what is scarier: running away and remaining on dry solid ground, or wading into the murk with a steady hand. I feel like I have unraveled yet one more scaley layer from around my heart.

Now it is time to eat. Damn dining hall is closed for the holiday. And it's back to creation theology. I look forward to hearing about the drag show from a few of you. I wish I had been there. I'm sure you all rocked.