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i waltzed back from the airport today. the fields swam when i whispered 'gotama.' and bowed when i screamed it. the sun baked my sleepy skin and cooked the chocolate out of my brain. so much further to go before i'm home. so many beeootiful clouds to draw and be drawn into.
the flight was pretty mellow. i made faces at a screaming child, and he thanked me when i jumped out of the plane. i gotta order hot chocolate more often when i'm flying. it's soo goood. and i gotta start leaving more random notes for people, especially for people who look sorta sad. i fell asleep before i could find my pen this time, but generally it'd be something like this:Dear Lori, Flying Stewardess Extraordinare,
Thank you for the delicious hot chocolate. While drinking it, I'm almost positive I became enlightened. It could just be the sugar affecting my brain, but if I truly have reached a state of holy goodness, I owe it all to you.
Thank you for being such a beautiful, kind, intelligent person,
and never forget that in the face of great suffering you can do anything,
an Anonymous Celebrity and Hot Chocolate Afficionado but yeah, the sledds are really kind. they took me to some gigantic fireworks last night... where i ate a pound of pound cake (at least). it's sorta strange how cynical they are though, and not knowing them so well i couldn't do my job of killing the cynicism. even with alan sometimes, i forget my job and just let him keep saying things that lead to dead-ends. it's a strange contrast. trusting the whole world might not get you out of the jungle, but it'll sure as hell getcha swinging in the trees instead of sulking on the ground.
sunday day we walked from alan's house over the puget sound, skipped some rocks, saved some starfish. then we play some frizzbee-soccer in the park across from his house. got back, chilled a bit, then headed downtown for the big show.
alan took me all over town, though. on saturday we went to a beach in west seattle where ana, his belle, lives. a bald eagle came and landed about 100ft away. it was pretty amazing. then we headed over to the city and went to pike's place, this awesome market. where they have fresh... everything. and it took much restraint to prevent me from buying several hundred mangoes from the ancient fruit loop... i mean, seller. then we just chilled for a bit, went back to al-samas casa for bbq, then went to play computer games for far too long with some of al's homies.
friday! i wanted to ask camus what he thought about buddhism, where it seems like people find "faith" in the absurdity of life itself. i couldn't find him (i guess he left fordajuly), but i'm pretty sure his way of living is all about putting a slight twist on buddha. just saying: do not hope or desire nirvana, there's nirvana in every moment, but you can only find it if you stop looking for it. |
