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Rained all night and this morning we’re hidden in a low fog creeping up from the lake. Walked across the new bridge yesterday to celebrate its grand opening. Fireworks last night but it was raining too hard so we didn’t walk to the top of the mountain to watch.
Peter and the mole in the back yard are experiencing similar life styles: the mole digs through dirt and builds mounds of soil; Peter digs through literature and builds mounds of dissertation. Hope one of them surfaces for air soon.
Big Daddy–my buffalo painting–hopefully will be finished this week. I love painting buffalo, they are such a big part of my childhood identity: any kid raised on the open prairie in western Canada can relate–discovering old buffalo rolling pits in the fields, old buffalo trails in the dirt, searching for buffalo skulls.
Need to get back to meditating–too busy this weekend. My mind is suffering.
Miranda
Comments? I just got back!! And as for suffering: i forgot the cd you were going to make me. Don’t cry too hard – Im just struggling with the weight of the decision. Basically,, I feel that life in K will involve so much work, I will miss my babies. The amount of work seems overwheming