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Protected: 155 – Pilipinas 2010: Day 4
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Protected: 154 – Pilipinas 2010: Day 3
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Protected: 153 – Pilipinas Day 2
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Protected: 152 – Pilipinas Day 1
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Protected: 151 – Pilipinas Day 0: Travel Time
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143 – And here I am, waiting for something to break my heart
On The Yucatán, I The northern boys fell at a palm tree, white sand concrete shoe box, where it was all foaming at the mouth and poison pools. I would’ve rather drowned in the cave bound to your belly and … Continue reading
115 – because you can’t just do it whenever you want to; you have to wait
I love walking to class. I love constantly smiling at people and being waved at and called out to. It is what I needed out of this new year and what makes me feel humming again. Things are a little … Continue reading
111 – My body is never where my heart is.
2009, December 20 – 21:34 I have this yearning right now to go to a war-torn country. Yemen. Someplace forgotten. Someplace nobody really goes to volunteer or study. Someplace awful and terrifying. This might be one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for sorts … Continue reading
109 – When I think I write, when I write I think…
And I have been writing too much and too much to myself. I just read that entry listing all the stuff I learned to cook in Colorado, and I thought maybe that was indicative of the sense of community I … Continue reading
101 – 101 is about continuing to greater numbers
Today I picked red, ripe cherry tomatoes from my father’s backyard garden. I don’t even like tomatoes, generally, but there’s a lot of freedom and charm in squinting my eyes to find the reddest and ripest of these supple little … Continue reading
082 – The Beginning of Death
NOTE [20090601] – The first day we woke up in Swinomish they were having a funeral. The entire reservation essentially shut down, and so many people processed on foot to the colorful graveyard. Death turned out to be a strong … Continue reading
080 – salmon, fry bread. korean chink tito.
I flipped to this one randomly. It’s a section in the middle of a day’s writing (20090325 I think?), and indeed the little divider above it says, as I have portrayed below… unresolve ~//~ One thing that interests me is … Continue reading
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078 – Day One
“There’s people that have been there for thousands of years, where you’re going to be.” – Fr. Pat Twohy, 200903102049 Day One (20090323, about to sleep, much be between 22:15 and 23:00 I guess) I can’t decide whether to write … Continue reading
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077 – Swinomish.
It’s about time. I don’t know what has caused me to put this off for so long, and why I’ve decided to post this now. Maybe now — because of my panicked scraping for community. These will not necessarily be … Continue reading
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061 – small and quiet words, looming sounds
I can tell I am taking things for granted, more and more every day. maybeiamlivingincancunagain…
051 – “I feel like I learned something about life tonight. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something there.”
quote from Hannah, one of the student leaders on the service immersion I’m going on in the spring Last night, a few of us going on that trip (plus some past immersion participants, plus others) made a visit to the … Continue reading
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