Just a thought that felt attached to the soul.
The thing about artists, is that even if we do not know them personally, our attachment to their work is generally something done out of sincere love, and it creates such a bond, and wow it really works. It is such a deep and intimate connection. Watching the stars die is a surreal action indeed, because we don't really know them, except.. don't we? May we even know them better than some people we know personally? I gotta say, David Bowie's death stings. It stings in the way that truly makes the heart feel, but somehow also inspires. I find myself writing the same ole' regurgitated tale of my life all over again, wondering if I'll ever get it just "write".. haha just write anyway! Such is the way of one insanely lived child just making up the path, solidarity. Rest in Peace Spaceman of the heart in which I never knew, though perhaps we all did, or wanted to believe so anyway. You have been missed for as long as you have been known.
Monday, January 11, 2016
Thursday, December 25, 2014
For now, I will focus on Peru. They have a belief here in Peru, that Jesus was born exactly at midnight, on Christmas day. So the big celebration for the people here, comes on Christmas Eve, leading into the night. Fireworks are everywhere, and everyone is out.
I spent my Christmas eve, in the hostel, with my new family of international travels, and it was enjoyed quite well.
Today is Christmas day, and all feels calm in the world. The gas for the stove isn't working, so we cannot cook today, and the hot water in the shower wasn't working, so I had to wake up with a cold shower. I was happy to find that not all the shops were closed, and was able to buy a sandwich for breakfast. Walking through the streets, people were out, everywhere. It is the southern hemisphere, and quite warm outside, people are everywhere. Something about Christmas feels so very different this year.
In another week, I will be leaving for the mountainous jungle village of Chachapoyas, where I will teach for a few months. Until next time, I will leave you with pictures from my first week in Peru:
One town we went through on our way to Cusco was filled with these tiny little cars.
Merry Christmas to all!