these past four months have been really interesting.
interesting. that's a joke.
they were, at different times, beautiful, terrible, lonesome, inspirational... They were many things. And i think they were transitional. I'm working with new people, am suddenly busy, and feel, well, different.
and time passes so quickly. i know, oh god i hope, that a time will come when i won't want to leave all of this. im just not there yet.
the culture is so different. i sometimes want to stop people in their tracks and say,"hey, you know that thing you just did? that was foolish. and your kid was watching.WTF is wrong with you?" but that's not why im here. many people and most everything moves slowly. apathy is king. though love abounds.
i developed some serious feelings for a girl. we took it really so. i wasn't interested in something short term. she wasn't either. she also wasn't interested in dating someone that isn't a catholic and drinks beer. it's so funny: now that im a few weeks removed from all of this, i see so clearly how incompatible we would be romantically. turns out my heart wasn't listening, and i quickly fell for this girl. and she fell for me- or so she says. but still, she threw on the brakes, a few times, but was still interested. tough, right? the good news is that she is fantastic, i finally said no mas, we're still very good friends, and im feeling ok about all if it.
disclaimer: she is not the reason i wasn't blogging. nor was anything "wrong," which in turn kept me from writing. i just didnt feel it.
i still don't. but sat down to write two lines tonight, and find myself spilling it.
ok. more to come. soon.
peace and peace and peace,
wf.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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I am so glad you sat down to write those two lines. I love knowing what is going on in your amazing, sometimes-lonesome, always-inspirational life. I love you and I am proud of you and I hope you and N. stay friends. (She is a lucky girl, if she has a friend like you.)
Peace, peace and more peace... Hummm, and yet what is peace. In Spanish it's transcribed as paz paz paz, which sounds more like gunfire than anything else. I suppose that it's the same just the other, the two sides of the same coin, Coatlicue personified, The Virgin Goddess and the Great American Bitch. Seeming extremes are in reality closely knit blood brothers, and the farther you seem, the closer you become.
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