01.1.2012 namaste on new year, new day, new moment.
elf sits with boua mon, a weaver in a village across the mekong. they met in 2010. she is gentle and kind.
her smiling laughter is infectious. women sit, sharing food, stories.
she looms silk threads. click, clack. click-clack. diamond designs. abundance.
12.31.2011 wow, said elf, what an amazing year, all 365 dreams. we celebrated beginning in cambodia.
in march we celebrated snow altitudes in nepal. in cambodia we celebrated summer heat. laos called in fall and wa-la, presto magician, here we is. again.
once upon a whisper paid attention to sensations. a heavy deluge increased density of murmurs. ideal voices sat silent.
it's hyohakusha, said a zen monk named basho. one who moves without direction.
metta.
12.29.2011 one morning Elf sat by a fire in Laos.
silent barefoot Buddhist monks wrapped in orange walked past accepting alms.
tourists scrambled pointing and shooting.
a woman in white using a cane approached a corner.
her staff tested curb height. she hestitated. she stayed on the street feeling secure and centered.
she passed a fire.
