Monday, January 28, 2008
28/366: Marnelle
In high school, she would quietly find me to give me the notebook, the lunch bag, the wallet I’d carelessly left somewhere. I was scattered; she was contained. Next to her tranquil grace, I felt large, clumsy, noisy. A continent away now, she is still in my life, noticing the details.
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Lovely. I've been away for a few days, getting ready for/getting to Portland. Now I'm here. And (sigh) need to get back to work.
I did a sweat lodge outside of Tucson once. It really knocked me out physically, but what an experience.
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