so here's a new series of posts.
email has been difficult to enter into, with it being a gigantic, sticky personal computer that approximately 35 people are vying for everyday. so, last night i resigned to writing handwritten letters, a discipline i have been wanting to take up for years, that perhaps might begin to emerge while i am here.
today is my day off.
and i am going to hand this mini laptop back to its owner.
last night, over dishes,
tears for self,
confusion,
and a carry out dinner in spanish
with cornel west
to plan a peace and justice service.
and craft room conversations about
our transgendered leader,
a father, a girlfriend.
over letter writing and cups of hot tea.
midnights on iona carry goodness.
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