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muddling around ~ August 7, 2003 - 7:33 a.m. so hard to know what to say. too much distance, too much change. words don't cover it. I'm trying to arrive. my plane landed in sfo three days ago, but my head is still spinning. and it's all so familiar and so strange, and I'm really just waiting for the dust to settle so that I know where the hell I really am. yesterday, a guy on the street complimented me on my shirt, and I said "thanks," and then I thought I bought this shirt in talat khua din two weeks ago. then I said it out loud: "talat khua din", and it felt strange in my mouth, sounded strange floating in the sunlit santa cruz afternoon air, with all the freaks walking by. I can still speak lao, and that seems wrong somehow. like speaking lao is something that belongs to another world. and there's no one here, of course, to speak it to. not here, not now. no time for more muddling around inside my cultural shockedness... I need to get my things together and head up the mountain. firedance starts today. family, and healing, and dancing, and fire-- and all of it. I'll get back to you.
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