Dear Friends and Neighbors - Fellow Dunesters, Wandering Wondering Minstrels and Assorted Street Persons - to All the Wonder-filled People I have met here on The Dunes, in your public and private posts and communiques. . . . HELLO.!
Peace and All Good Things.   ;-)  [Sorta sounds like that Fellow in Rome. . .well, just a little bit, in my imagination, and so forth. . .that Gentle Man whom I admire so much, and love the more I read him and observe his actions. . . .]

Let me try to explain my absence. . . a least a little bit. . .anyway. . .I reached a point at the end of the scholastic year at University where I felt like I "had had it Up The Whazooooo" and needed to back away  from a lot of extraneous activities
so I could be able to sanely complete the year, get all the paper-work and forms filled out, etc, so that I would be able to say to myself "There. . .I've done my work, I've served my commitments as best I can now. . . Now I need to take some real quality time for me. . . I need to get back 'on track' with real time to "think my own thoughts and feel my own feelings".

I remember a Latin teacher in high school who'd drop little sayings, odds and ends. . . One of them was : No one gives what he does not have. . . Nemo dat quod non habet. .   That is how I was beginning to feel. . . .so state it simply.  I needed to "get away" and so I did.  I decided to get away from the classrooms and lecture halls, the private counselling office.  Before my work at University was done I had nailed down a job for the summer:  I went back to construction work. . .one of my early loves. . . .particularly in the area of hanging dry-wall. . . taping and finishing corners. . . clean open places where I could not "hide".  In my earlier years I had become rather good at it and, better still, I liked what I was doing. . . I could get absorbed in my work and just let go of so many other things from my every-day life which had become so consumming.  So, every morning early I went "out to play". . . .and got paid for it.  I was on "summer break" and found myself loving this more and more each day. . . .and how shall I say this?. . . .I found myself "getting cleaner and cleaner" each day. . .more in touch with "the real". . . my real.

I didn't become a hermit or retreat into "the anti-social". . ..au contraire. . . the more I came into touch with me. . . .with Justin as he is and wants and hopes to be. . . .the more I was in contact on a deep-down gutsy level with the people with whom I lived and worked and played. . . the important people in my life and those new people becoming more important in my life.

In a lot of ways I am surprised how quickly the summer has gone by. . . .sorta like the White Sharks. . .they moved in, attracted, entertained, frightened, confronted. . . . .and moved on. . . .that's kinda how my summer has been.  It won't be long before I shall be heading back to campus. . .beginning "a new year" and a new phase of life and love. . . .more and more open to the awesome adventure life is. has been and will continue to be. . . .always trying to touch it and let life touch me, as "IT" unfolds. . . .

With this brief attempt at sharing  Justin Dunes will be up and running and open for business and busyness with and for whomever wants to drop by and say HI. . and "here's what's up and running. . ."   and see what it takes us.

Thanks for the many ways in which and how and that you care. . . .this is a precious special part of my life. . .our life. . .and I am grateful.
. . . . .with much love and sincere affection. . . .yepper. . . .;-)). . JUSTIN