The Lovely Red Sand
So.. here I am. In the desert. 11.8 miles from the nearest paved road. You cannot see anything but the stars at night out here. And occassionally a big fat moon :-). For miles, the only thing around you is cattle land and national forest. If you crack two stones off of one another, you will hear it echo back from the big red mountains some 20 miles away.
It is still.
There are horses out here with me. And dogs. And humans. :-) If you go out at dawn, you can run into cayotes, foxes, birds, rabbits and cute little mice. All who are ridiculously fat for this time of the year.
There is something relaxing inside of me. Something giving way. I have cried out of relief more than a few times.. relief from what, I couldn't tell you. But I have laughed more here than I can remember having done in a while. And without a hint of despiration in the laughter. That sort of relief from reality laughter is not present.
I am, for about half of the month, in the presence of my personal hero. Master Jang.
So strange. I studied with this man for less than two weeks more than a year ago. And seeing him today can still fill me to the brim with gratitude that he is alive today to teach others. Really. Really really really truly. I love him. And hopefully in the next month I will have the opportunity to actually work with him... in teaching martial arts.
Wow.
I have also been offered work here. At the end of my volunteer service, I have an opportunity to help with the English language program for students traveling here from Korea. It'll be awesome.
Anyhow, lots of love.
Peace
Pine
It is still.
There are horses out here with me. And dogs. And humans. :-) If you go out at dawn, you can run into cayotes, foxes, birds, rabbits and cute little mice. All who are ridiculously fat for this time of the year.
There is something relaxing inside of me. Something giving way. I have cried out of relief more than a few times.. relief from what, I couldn't tell you. But I have laughed more here than I can remember having done in a while. And without a hint of despiration in the laughter. That sort of relief from reality laughter is not present.
I am, for about half of the month, in the presence of my personal hero. Master Jang.
So strange. I studied with this man for less than two weeks more than a year ago. And seeing him today can still fill me to the brim with gratitude that he is alive today to teach others. Really. Really really really truly. I love him. And hopefully in the next month I will have the opportunity to actually work with him... in teaching martial arts.
Wow.
I have also been offered work here. At the end of my volunteer service, I have an opportunity to help with the English language program for students traveling here from Korea. It'll be awesome.
Anyhow, lots of love.
Peace
Pine