Today is report card day. I'm the only one going to the school. I want to meet the parents and the children want to introduce me to their parents. Four times now I've had the feeling, thought, awareness of belonging here, truly belonging, like the 1st time in my life.
While Rocio is happily packing I will miss making her laugh. I need positive reinforcements. Next week will be different and I believe the most impactful since it will be my last.
I'm eating breakfast at Flurry's alone today. I met the parents and spoke Muslim and I'm sure I said things wrong but the parents were gracious and smiled.
Compulsive thinking distracts you from true issues:
Who are you?
Why are you here?
What is life?
What is death?
What is real?
Rocio told me I was going to fall in love with an Indian. I told her my concerns and this is the advise she gave...."Don't sleep with a man in a skirt" Believe me Rocio, I won't even consider it.
Byebye Rocio, I will miss you!
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