Enclosure

I am back from my road trip with my prairie-mountain-canyon-valley-river-lake-forest-desert companion. We covered 7, 806 miles in Canada and the U.S. in 22 days. I come back with renewed desire to enclose -- like being in the journey-prowed VW Golf that carried us, being in the day-to-day simplicity of the trip's direction. From monasticism traditions, enclosure is a drawing-in of some of the public aspects of my world, in order to enter more deeply into it the vast uncharted rest of it. Also, living a moment-to-moment existence: a subsistence existence. This means behavorial adjustments (to borrow a phrase from Young Jean Lee) that I'll have a hard time making, and that peg me as strange or slack or rude. Like, not being in touch with people in the usual ways. It allows me to be in touch in some different ways, and with some different kinds of things, perhaps.

This week's rite is back in my living room in New York City, where the first one appeared, seven rites ago.