February 3, 2007
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Just finished washing dishes. Memo (an artist from ?) asked me if i wanted to help, and strangely enough, i did. we ended up washing the dishes for almost everyone at the hostel. if you want to see the amazing place i am at, go to www.evergladeshostel.com i think. my spelling is off.
i found some noodles on the “free food” shelf and so made myself some herb noodle stuff (the one consistent thing i am good at making). fun. free.
“She said i should take care of the pain i am feeling the same way i should take care of the scrape on my knee, she said give it air, and sun, and don’t pick at it–let it heal. so i shall imitate my knee. the scar on my knee will become part of my story. a memory of the feelings of falling on the ground–and falling in love” –Sabrina Ward Harrison
I have finally figured it out. after all the times of people asking me about Brasil and why i go…it is love. i normally list a couple of superficial reasons like palm trees and Maracuja, but i know it isn’t that. i could get that better in Tahiti, right Lesley? it is love. like when you love someone and someone asks why. you may say because he makes me smile or because he flosses, but those aren’t really why you love him. You can’t explain why you do. it seems unscientific and sometimes very stupid. but you do. and that is enough. i love Brasil. i just know. that’s why. it is part of me that was made to fit there and nowhere else. sometimes you don’t get what you love…but for now, it calls me and i go–with the smile of God.
in the garden at the hostel…right next to the hammock that i fell asleep in
The front desk
