Yesterday I felt weak and sick. Seattle was stormy, and seemed to mirror my internal state both physically and emotionally. It marked the day Melle & MSG left here to live free or die. There were a number of bon voyage events in the preceding weeks, and this has been coming for awhile, but somehow it wasn't enough to feel settled or complete or resolved about the loss.

Those two are family to me, and I don't just mean I feel close or attached to them -- I mean they are the kind of mirrors which teach you who you are through interests and activities, and love and caring, but also through pride and envy, and anger and frustration. A full spectrum of emotions which can be tolerated without threatening the deep attachment and connection. This kind of friendship is rare indeed.