a grand intention
leyna came to omega for a visit. i was two days into a cleasing fast and feeling very clear and grounded. she decided to join me and do the fast as well. shit started coming up. potential problems between us, basically our personalities were purging toxic and unnecessary waste, we couldn't help sharing these things with each other. one night we were up talking until about four in the morning. something about our sexual perversions had ignited a difficult conversation. after the frustration, and being creeped out, we ended up right where we left off, that is that we loved each other, and agreed that non-judgment would benefit us both. then a most wonderful and unexpected sentence left her mouth. it went "if we're just this perfect for each other, why don't we get married" i shuddered, goosed, teared, melted then said i'd love to. so in july, we're going to see her guru who's visiting the states for the summer and ask for her blessing. if she graces our intention, she'll perform a ceremony and i'll have the woman of my dreams beside me for the rest of my life. to talk of her makes me proud and bewildered. she's a physician in her second year of residency, black belt in karate, shaman, amma devotee, and has classic armenian beauty. i'm learning her first language so that her family approves.
being the lead cook and manager here is good. it's strange to see how people need leadership. i'm learning that the answers to most questions are almost always available just be looking around and being patient. except for those doosies like, "what's condensed milk", and "are these oats bad". those i haven't figured out yet.
one of our cooks is an italian woman who approaches me everyday with a proposition "today, i want to make a pasta dish", to which i reply, "no grazia, no pasta today. make black beans". after about one week of this i granted her wish. now there's a huge plate of pasta in the baker's window going bad. since then i'm greeted with a new dilemma, "why nobody like my pasta dish?"
i'm having fun here. i can't wait to get home. we have a place on the eastern promenade,
(i haven't seen it yet, but hear it's beautiful)
my sister is having her baby right around the time i get back to portland. i am Loving life.
being the lead cook and manager here is good. it's strange to see how people need leadership. i'm learning that the answers to most questions are almost always available just be looking around and being patient. except for those doosies like, "what's condensed milk", and "are these oats bad". those i haven't figured out yet.
one of our cooks is an italian woman who approaches me everyday with a proposition "today, i want to make a pasta dish", to which i reply, "no grazia, no pasta today. make black beans". after about one week of this i granted her wish. now there's a huge plate of pasta in the baker's window going bad. since then i'm greeted with a new dilemma, "why nobody like my pasta dish?"
i'm having fun here. i can't wait to get home. we have a place on the eastern promenade,
(i haven't seen it yet, but hear it's beautiful)
my sister is having her baby right around the time i get back to portland. i am Loving life.