Dear, January
I've travelled to a new emotional lodge, I
write you from it. You skewer me, you
suspend me & I am not clear; that's okay
for now? How are your emotions—
cosmopolitan? Metabolizing, bucking?
Maintain, velvety edge.
Talked with another traveller yesterday:
she said she Almost forgot about
the theory of evolution. Moving, as much
as any animal power.
Problematic—we tend to equate
intellectual abilities with the ability
to read & write. Dilemma tales, trickster
tales to tell. Attended a weaving workshop.
Looms clacked while bush fires nearby
cracked. Workers there got paid not by
hours worked, but by cloth produced.
You work 4 contraptions with bare feet
& weave with your hands. You can't do it.
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Tonight I will take any host family out
for a thank-you dinner. We will go to
Chances. Busy, tired, learning, engulfed.
Tomorrow I may depart again, board
some bumpy bus.
Soon: Yrs.