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  • Life is bizarre these days don't you find?

    Like really and truly weird.

    Sometimes I think that this must be proof I have been here before,
    I must be comparing it to some other version of life I know.
    (But the thought of parallel universes makes me want to vomit)
    Probably it just eludes to the rapid
    I have experienced in 23 years of existence on this planet.
    People used to die at 23...well they still do,
    due to war or illness or disappointment
    or a variety of other sufferings
    (there are lots on offer THESE DAYS)
    but at one time that was all you would expect.
    I think I've led a pretty full life, not that I want to die, would be okay you know?

    Like today for instance,
    I went to the coffee shop with the intention of
    writing about attending a Ukrainian Orthodox church service
    and instead ended up talking to
    a Cambodian refugee with 14 siblings who spoke 8 languages...
    She bought me banana bread
    and said I have nice skin...

    When she asked about my family
    I decided it wouldn't be appropriate to mention
    the big D-word, which makes people all sorts of uncomfortable these days.
    (Again, what's with "these days?!" As if death has ever made us comfortable)
    And in a way it was a gift to pretend that I knew nothing about suffering
    Sometimes I'd rather let people assume I am as I appear:
    a sweet and innocent seraphim
    with red lipstick...
    which is also me.

    I came home to find a message from someone on this website
    who lives in Italy. He quoted something from Charlotte's Web:
    "We're born, we live a little while, we die",
    So true!
    and yet how much is contained in that 'little while'!

    For some reason I wanted to tell him about all sorts of experiences.

    Like how this one time I fell in love with a man in the desert and we then wrote love letters to each other
    (it didn't have a story-book ending but the letters were a better ending then most of my breakups)

    ...or how this one time I followed a wandering Sadhu into the Himalayan foothills who I knew was a quack from the start but I wanted to see
    how far down the rabbit hole I could go.

    ...or also about a night when I followed glow-worms down a forest path into the ocean which was aglow with phosphorescence...

    There are more. Like how in a few hours I will go drink champagne in a hotel with my aunt to celebrate our friend's recently clear PET scan, and then head off into the night to meet up with a friend I met dancing on a small gulf island.
    These days, these days, these days...

    Life is full, sad, beautiful...
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