bring sleep, spring

2:55pm--Transport leaves  for the guesthouse in twenty minutes, I’ve done as much as I can in the office, I slept poorly last night despite taking two Nyquil pills and for some reason I wonder if those kept me fighting under the sheets restlessly every hour ad nauseum, I don’t know.

A storm brews outside I hope it holds off until I can get home and out of these monkey clothes.  I have a stack of writing samples to peruse, thanks to a weary bunch at the telecom joint.  The class was supposed to have finished tomorrow but Taliban threats and mujahedin holidays have extended our time together until deep into next week and we’re both longing for the end.

And at the end of this month I have an accrued holiday and I look at three destinations plus one and I lean in no direction right now.  How can one think clearly when they haven’t slept well the night before I do not know.  Nothing interests me more than sleep. 

But sleeping next to a beach would be nice but not for two weeks.  Sleeping across from the Western wall would be interesting as well, I do not know.  I’ve looked at hotels in the three places and nothing excites, of course I don’t travel to stay in hotels, come on man.  I need, I’d like, a stress-free two weeks.  I can’t imagine any kind of place unless I did a trek and trekking in the Dolomites, wow that would be cool, though it would cost me a tidy fortune. How about Corsica?  Or Pays Dogon in Mali, or the Samaria Gorge in Crete.  Ha ha, turn off this computer you schmuck.

9:23pm—Heavy rains and it just smells so good outside I have the window open.  Spring has come to Kabul. 

When students talk or write about their country they are the most depressing moments of the day.  I hope the people can somehow smell how good it is tonight, surely it will help them forget, albeit temporarily how miserable they are.

I am still not 100% from three nights in Dubai.  What the hey, you think you’re 25 again?  Well at that age I wasn’t doing what I was doing for three nights.  I gotta sleep.

5.3.16

Two nights of bad sleep so I’m trying this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9rw4KNK2w4

I don’t care if chakras are a ruse or not when one can’t sleep one searches for help, for an answer.  The music, if I can call it that, is relaxing and the second or sacral chakra says a lot to me, I am out of balance in many areas of life.  I’m not so sure about the third solar plexus chakra, the second one still rings true.  Nor does the fourth heart chakra apply.  The fifth throat chakra is interesting, but not really.  I feel sick because of three days in Dubai and the fact it is raining and I haven’t slept well in two nights isn’t making me feel any better.

It also isn’t helpful that it is now light at four in the morning!  Four.  I need to cover my curtains because it’s killing me.

The sixth or third eye chakra is interesting and clearing energy here would help me see the big picture and what is the big picture in your life?  Pfftt, who knows.  The seventh or crown chakra is also interesting, clearing here of the energy brings mindfulness, something I need every morning I drive past beggars, homeless, forgotten, frightened, soiled, tense, and weary to teach at the telecom.

Is that all?   It is.  I’ve made no decision on where I’ll go in 26 days, I guess I needn’t think so much about it, really.  I’m thankful to be alive, thankful to be relatively healthy still.  In the afternoon classes we did a questionnaire to determine our body age and I am 59.  I have to change my lifestyle or that number is going to rise quickly.  God help us.  

An ex-mujaheddin and a silly English teacher.  Hey our beards coalesce.