I am in a place where each moment is weaved into the next,every thread one of saturated color, power, sensation and emotion... nothing is left untouched.
There was an idea behind this Blog but now it is alive and asking me to follow it's desire.. I follow and I also lead.
I am sitting in a hotel so that I can write this, AC, clean people and professional service.. it holds nothing to the raw streets and I remember this morning before the sun had risen. We stepped out of the apartment we had been staying at and were greeted by smiles and chatter as chai was poured into tiny plastic cups. One of the men was drunk and the others waved him away as if embarressed but he would return, harmless and happy to be in our company, a mutal feeling.
A fire burned in the dumpster, dogs growled at a man passing by and life was filled with morning rituals of sweeping, doorway sitting and the haze of half awake eyes.
I have photo's and will post them here but my mac ran out of juice... sigh.
There are no lulls here, no moments left blank or forgotten but all are speaking in tongues.. some are whispered, others wept, some in the smile of life and then those that reach from the rubble of a home that once was.
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