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The Lovely Browns
A long time ago, in a land faraway, I was brown. Not in skin tone—that remains ghostly pale—but in spirit. Browns are the colors of earth, of wood, of autumn leaves. Browns fill my soul with the richness of life that lives underground.
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Hi. Me again.
It's been a while, blah blah. This used to be the standard I-have-a-blog excuse when life got in the way of posting on the regular. I am sure it is outdated now, just (probably) like me.
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It’s a Doggy Dog World
Dogs are everywhere in Mexico. I have been afraid of them all my life, but things are different here.
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El Camino
Here in my new city, when I want to go somewhere there is only one method: my own feet.
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Heart High
While far too much has transpired since last I wrote here, suffice to say that I am back in the sun-drenched land of Mexico, having moved (WITH CATS) now twice between countries. I am here to stay, at least until somewhere else beckons even more loudly. But what of this heart?
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Piano Hands
A few minutes ago I happened to look at my left pinkie finger. For the first time I noticed that it looks deformed, much as my right pinkie finger does which developed its deformity a few years ago. The middle joints are affected in such a way to cause those fingers to be unable to fully straighten. I said to myself, it’s only a matter of time before all my fingers look like that: claws.
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Only the Lonely
I’m lonely as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore. I realized yesterday that I’ve been traumatized by the conditions of my new home. And I kept it inside and really had no one to talk about it with. I kept telling myself I would get used to it, that I committed to living here for a year and that I needed to make good on my commitment.
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Wild Winds & Cat Burglars
I moved into my long-term casita rental last Friday. I am getting used to it now, but when I got here several things surprised me, and not in a good way:
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Raindrops
This, this aliveness, is what I came here for. I have waited now for over a month to feel what I felt from these sensations.
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8:00 pm
It’s getting dark outside, not completely dark but more like the last purple-orange bits of sunset dark, The kind of dark when people can start to see into your windows if you have the lights on. Before I turn the lights on, I close the window blinds, carefully angling them downward so that people below (I’m on the second floor) can’t see in.