We went to Santa Fe. It wasn’t how I expected. We saw friends and ate delicious foods. I got a sunburn and a headache. I sat in the cathedral and was unprepared for the emotions I’d feel there, praying and crying in a pew.
I knew these were tulip leaves from when Ming and I grew the same. I recognize the red on their edges. I predict the tulips will be beautiful.
I like this art I saw at arcosanti–it reminded me of synapses.
Our view from the room we stayed in was this mesa thing.
In Santa Fe, Ming paid a park bench poet for two poems. Honestly, I don’t care for them.
I used to take a lot of graffiti pics, so here’s one for old times. I’m feeling like the opposite of a loner, lately.
I wanted to see a friend and was lying in bed having dreams while I was still awake. I felt malfunctiony and very uncomfortable. I couldn’t push it. I slept while Ming saw the friend.
I want a hug. I have a headache. I’m drinking a lot of water. I want a deep comfort.
I wrote in the prayer request book at the cathedral my request for help with being on the right path for me, learning what I need to learn, and doing service based on my particular gifts.
My peace walk friend asked me if my parents were still in Las Vegas. I said I came from the coast, and how my parents had both died. I said, “I don’t know where they are. I hope they’re ok. But they’re probably not in Las Vegas.”