Summer Waxing Grandchildren Moon
By God. I’m beginning to feel human, here in my own skin, awake. No, not enlightenment, in fact, I don’t even think I want enlightenment, but recovered. Feels pretty damn good thank you.
Had no takers on the Kachina spotlight. I’m not a carnival barker for art. When I go to a museum, I like to wander, reflect, not get pulled into a conversation by a stranger. The tour, that’s something else. People choose to go along, to have a companion who guides their experience. I like that.
The Anishinabe to Zapotec tour though had 10 including two docents. We had a lively and interesting conversation about the Kachina, the house screen, the Valdivian owl, and Chalchiuhtlicue. We finished with the Lakota ceremonial dress and the Whiteman.
After the A to Z Roy Wolf brought two friends and Judy, his wife, to see the Matteo Ricci map. We had a good conversation about it. They all had Jesuit connections.
Back home tuckered out from 2+ hours on my feet. Long nap and out to eat with my sweetie. We sat next to a table of 40-50 somethings who were out on a date. The table talk included a lot about the scumbags they’d left and the things they didn’t do: no dancing, no dining out in public and not anything normal like hanging out at the mall. Wish I’d had a tape recorder or a note pad.
Now I’m back with a few free days ahead, only a China tour coming up next week, a tour type I enjoy with a group, a Chinese language study class, I’ve done before. Bee day looks like Sunday.
Kate gave Ray, the kid who mows our yard, a packet of comb honey and promised him a jar when we extract. He smiled.