all gas jupiter is close
368 million miles away
swimming with Fishes
rising at 18:49, setting at 5:45
with runners on first and third and no outs
top of the ninth at 74º (under the horizon)
there goes the runner through infinite space passing mercury
as pagodas with broken scratchy speakers chime chorus voices
monks chant four moons - io, europa, ganymede, callisto
108º
the last a thing a fish knows
is water
light bird song
she remembered struggling in Shanghai
with no formal education
searching for the perfect love
writing her story in Chinese
following her heart
after the rush of stimulation orchid
settled down into lassitude
misfortune wedding children
polite monosyllabic conversations
amputee teacher
on his rolling chair
eats noodles
people who may not know
how to write
watch someone scratch lines
in the breeze of voices
clattering metal pans
laughter silence
a son leads his blind father
beating a drum
by a thread
Greetings,
I'm sitting in the market drawling in my Moleskine. Three travelers sit and sketch their environment. They use pencil, ink, watercolor pens and cool tools. They are excellent. Many Khmer people, as is all too common, just sit and stare. A few curious ones wander over to see the creativity.
The next day I am drawing and Cloe, one of the French artists stops by for a chat. She and Younn, her boyfriend artist left France for year of total land travel.
"We went south to the Balkans, Greece, Turkey, Iran and across Central Asia to China, Mongolia, back to China, bought bikes and rode to Laos, now Cambodia then we go to Thailand and south to Malaysia, then eventually to Australia."
How was Iran? "It was great. We hardly ever stayed in a hostel. The people invited us into their homes. The culture and art and history is amazing. Everyone was friendly and kind and helpful. They talked about everything. They were totally connected and engaged with the world. We felt really safe and secure."
We exchanged links. You can read their French blog and see Younn and Cloe's amazing art from their travels.
Metta.
Greetings,
Ramblings: The Chinese owner has great serene and erect posture. His family runs a busy breakfast place along the river. Great steamed buns, iced java. He walks with his shoulders firmly back. A solid reminder for slouching humans. Stand up straight. Breathe deep. Alignment. Calm way.
A second hand blue bike ran 38 bones. Bell, basket and chain guard for those hard to reach places on Earth. It's a delightful feeling moving slow. A gentle rhythm.
The previous bike was gifted to a young SIGNING girl in Kampot at Epic Arts. She needed it to get from home to work.
I sit writing at the new space. It faces a wild green garden with birds and butterflies. The family is kind and generous; Khmer meals, peace and quiet. Pagodas across the river echo with ceremonies as monks chant, and pray offering their devotions in the community. Voices and music float with gratitude.
Metta.
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