Pedas 1

Author's Note

So, here goes nothing, as they say! It’s 3:30 a.m. I’m a t the Sea-Tac airport, just outside from the ticket counters. I prepare myself for this big adventure. I’m gambling on Love and it seems like a sure bet.

Julia was here last week in Olympia. We were able to spend two days together. Two days wiped the thousands of miles and two months away. These two days were #8 and #9 of shared physical (temporal-spatial) existence between us.

She left on Sunday. My heart went with her. I dreamt that I had lost my shoes, that they (she), were separated from me.

My Spirit was in agony as I walked, carefully, amongst broken glass and cigarette butts.

(03.21.97)

From “Thriftstore Buddha”
Russell Munroe