Sometimes even in an email, there is poetry
I think the city has a soul, a small quiet understated one that gets muddled and silenced by the crap everyone surrounds themselves by here. There's a term for it that Missy's dad uses, its called samsara'(In Hinduism, it is avidya, or ignorance, of one's true self or surroundings, a distraction)
Its like the Santa Ana's blow in L.A.'s greed too, not just the smog. I have never seen an uglier city than L.A.. It smells like puree'd garbage and cement, all the wasted dreams of people drawn by the shiny toy metal of a time bomb..
But I was thinking the other day how I miss the coffee houses in Portland. I mean its like a very definite part of that city's soul, the coffee. And here, it's like the coffee houses (although, bless their hearts they are almost ALL 24 hrs! yay!) Are just an afterthought, a place for people to GO.
I am still trying to find the soul of this city. So far the surfing community is the only thing that makes sense. My girl and her dad are surfing nuts, and the love they have for that ocean, is unbelievable, I'm jealous. I am still trying to get over the PANIC that sets in every time something touches my foot when I'm waist deep in the surf. Meanwhile Missy, at least half the time we go to the beach strips down to her underwear so she can get in the water. I shake my head,laugh, and point out that is a damn good thing I am over prepared and brought her a change of underwear.
*these are just copied and pasted sections of a 3-day email convo with a friend in Chicago. Amazing, how all of them are from different emails, but they fit together. Sometimes you find poetry in the oddest places.
even in emails.
-peace
Its like the Santa Ana's blow in L.A.'s greed too, not just the smog. I have never seen an uglier city than L.A.. It smells like puree'd garbage and cement, all the wasted dreams of people drawn by the shiny toy metal of a time bomb..
But I was thinking the other day how I miss the coffee houses in Portland. I mean its like a very definite part of that city's soul, the coffee. And here, it's like the coffee houses (although, bless their hearts they are almost ALL 24 hrs! yay!) Are just an afterthought, a place for people to GO.
I am still trying to find the soul of this city. So far the surfing community is the only thing that makes sense. My girl and her dad are surfing nuts, and the love they have for that ocean, is unbelievable, I'm jealous. I am still trying to get over the PANIC that sets in every time something touches my foot when I'm waist deep in the surf. Meanwhile Missy, at least half the time we go to the beach strips down to her underwear so she can get in the water. I shake my head,laugh, and point out that is a damn good thing I am over prepared and brought her a change of underwear.
*these are just copied and pasted sections of a 3-day email convo with a friend in Chicago. Amazing, how all of them are from different emails, but they fit together. Sometimes you find poetry in the oddest places.
even in emails.
-peace