Is there anything more beautiful than a cool summer morning?
I seriously doubt it. I love a good break in the heat when everything
seems to exhale, and recharge itself. Things feel fresh again, and it
seems as though all the cares that clung to you in the rising
temperatures have all been washed away. Ok, ok so it may have taken a
thunder and lightning storm that lasted hours into the pre-dawn morning,
and sent shock waves through the very marrow of my bones, and left me
with a splitting headache (as all electrical storms do for some reason),
but like all others before, it too passed, and left everything / one
waking with a new, and much needed sense of calm this morning, I think
-- I mean, I can't speak for every living thing in the entire Universe
but, for me it was a welcome interruption to the sweltering stagnation
of late.
So today, I will say goodbye to an old friend that tugged on my heart for many years, taught me more than he probably ever imagined he had, and who was desperate to convert me into a cultural anthropologist. The sky has already opened up and released passionately, and more eloquently everything I could've possibly said. Bon voyage, my darling ... Maybe I'll catch you at a Yuwipi ceremony sometime, and who knows? You may just find me in the ethnography and ethnology publishing business in the future, and thanks to you I'll know the difference.
xoxo
"The trouble is, you think you have time"
-Buddha
A lesson I'm surprised I'm still learning...
