well let's declare

4.24.13

Overcast morning, patches of blue sky, clean air, sunrays spill out below the horizon, the only issue with room eight is the absence of plumbing and that’s ok for now because You made it!  No more anniversaries to waste time pondering what won’t happen.  The days of my future have passed.  Time to plan, you got 19 days. 

When the journey takes you to an impasse you do two things; you wait until the impasse has resolved itself naturally or you take a sword and make a new trail.  Fraught with dangers and disappointments, quietly you’ll wander and expect you, that’s right, you, to take care of me.  Doesn’t sound too Americana, dude, where’s the confidence.  Give me direction, a little coaching, a meal now and then, shelter once in a while, ha, this isn’t working. 

6:50am—A healthy jungle expresses life and keeps me tuned in room eight while a slow sunrise keeps many at the top.  Yesterday I said I’d not be taking this computer because it was too heavy and the only thing I’ll miss is photoshop. 

For her birthday she got billed for a one way ticket to the west coast.  Some celebration there wasn’t yesterday, which is ok, because the two events are clearly unrelated.  Right?

Communities bond with one language.  On the outside for a long time, how’s it gonna be going in again, almost three years to the day I last left, these aren’t arlo Guthrie times anymore.

A cousin is engaged in the village.  In five days the handsome man will be married.  Do it right, do it fast.  They only have to look at each other one time and isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?  I think a drink might be a good thing real soon.  Let’s drink and sleep for the rest of the day!!

2:00pm—A big rain comes and goes.  We fill up buckets from the dining room drain pipe and fill up buckets in the toilets.  The sun comes out and men in a big truck shovel out sand and stone at the new building across from the banyon tree rest stop.  The dude with the crazy dog’s going to add a third floor.  I will not be here to see it built.

If I found a summer job in San Diego where would I live?  I know a place that’s 25 bucks a day, not far from the baseball stadium whose name I forget right now.  Isn’t that what you want or need?  San Diego.  A most temperate kind of place. 

The children went with their father to Pokhara for the beginning of cousin’s wedding ceremony.  Maya cleans rice, Didi washes clothes, moves about between rooms one and five and takes smoke breaks.  I understand.

4.25.13

Lining up contacts, slowly as she goes, a beautiful sunrise, cool air, I need a toilet.  For the last week I’ll move into one of the rooms, indoor plumbing is a great invention. 

There won’t be much to write about now that the past is no longer relevant.  Coincidences have become blasé, signs, symbols, yawn, what’s it to me now I am no longer under any spell.  That’s right I can’t listen to Coldplay’s misled lyrics anymore. 

This engagement and marriage of Tika’s brother in five days is a big deal here.  Well, he’s a well liked individual and it’s the beginning of the let’s tie the knot month.  How are you?  I’m fine.  I’m eager to wrap things up though, beautiful sunrise one after another, on top of the hill for nine months it’s time to share confident wisdom to any poor schmuck who may sit next to me.

He knows and I know whatever is given will be sufficient.  A seven am sun warms and heals, what are you leaving the mountain with, o holy wannabe?  Well, I know what I am not leaving with, wool socks though they might be needed until the end of June. 

12 noon. My checklist is pretty simple but it all begins with shelter. The sun is out and it is nice.  Almost all of my clothes are being washed, a good day to do it.

I made my own cup of coffee this morning, the family busy being family.  I have been quite reluctant for the nine months to make myself anything in the kitchen.  Eating with the family on their schedule has worked out well enough it’s only on occasion do I feel a sudden need for coffee, like last night, coffee.

My writing sucks, how dare you type on without correcting it first.  It certainly inhibits the free flow, and it doesn’t help this computer hasn’t been exactly friendly, either.  Oh, did I say I’d go up so Maya could sleep?  Hmm…ok, let’s go up. 

8:00pm—This was by far the quietest day since I arrived in Sarangkot last August.  This afternoon Maya went to bed, Laxman was out, the VDC is drilling for water at the buffalo pond, and I sat in the garden, nodding, meditating, and reading a rather refreshed and new look at Romans chapters one through eight.  There was one sentence, however which I need to note for today I pondered a defense for proposing a realignment of the NT:

“This will take place on the day when God judges people’s secrets through Jesus Christ, as my gospel declares.” (2:16)

What I need to demonstrate is Paul’s letters, while considered inspired, were difficult and divisive and while we know the Anatolian was one sharp dude his opinion, plainly noted, can’t be as inspired if it is only his ‘gospel’.

The almanac says tomorrow is a full moon but it looks very full tonight with a light gold glow.  Last night it looked full but it was too bright to see well and now all is calm save for one wedding band further below.