Sitting down

May this find you well and dancing in the light. 

As a kid said in class, "Work like you don't need the money, dance like nobody's looking and love like your hearts never been broken." 

Wow! Such insight, wisdom and life like inner light shining, beaming and laughing.

It's great to be hanging out with kids after the Turnkey saga. Where the a-dolts griped and complained about their small, yes, small world complete with big responsibilities. Yes, and now sitting down in a tropical paradise filled with orchids, lizards, amazing flora and fauna. Playing in the dirt is wonderful.

It's been three weeks of adjustment, adaptation and adjustment. The normal routine of processing new cultural realities and allowing the children to lead, direct and orchestrate their personal development. A room of thirty nine-year olds. Reminds me easily of the old Chinese paradigm shift and focus.

Istanbul flashback: As you left the small shop, the owner swiveled his silver spoon inside a clear glass. Musical notes with a singular pause echoed as you walked away. This musical reminder. This melodic memory. A sweet sound. It is mixed with 5-year old Zenep's tears when she knows, deep in her heart your time together since 3 February is over. How this truth assaults her understanding. 

"Why? Why? Why?"

The youth of play. Sweet memory. The voice of silence.