add our boss-guy and subtract the yellow-dots-shirt woman, and this is my small china crew of tourism industry, outdoor industry, and general student-of-life teacher-of-yaya vagabond folks!
4.06.2011
some of my china kids
can't sum up my first month here yet. it's 1 am and time to sleep. but, a few photos... this only shows the "work with kids" part of my life here. it's a teeny tiny highly minuscule slice of my current china life. more stories and photos en route... eventually!
LOVElovelove :)
3.28.2011
3.04.2011
2011 Jan- Mar Taiwan photos
part one:
https://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2877001&id=2514403&l=50b0f69b6a
part two:
https://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2877023&id=2514403&l=36b9dc66bf
part three:
I am in China from March until June. Be back in Taiwan on June 15. Enjoy your spring, and I'll see ya in the summer, blog land!
https://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2877001&id=2514403&l=50b0f69b6a
part two:
https://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2877023&id=2514403&l=36b9dc66bf
part three:
I am in China from March until June. Be back in Taiwan on June 15. Enjoy your spring, and I'll see ya in the summer, blog land!
3.03.2011
3.02.2011
it is a stream
sakura flowers are rolling down the hills and peacocks are rising up, flying up to kiss and greet the sun, getting scorched black and tough like (caw! caw!) crows flying further up and up into shadowy regions of mountains soaring with eagles and down below monkeys screeching and owls hooting with large eyes watching small ground mice running to and fro busy like so many ants so many ants busy like so many people on the mountains people in the oceans people rising up, flying up to kiss and greet the moon sun and stars, getting scorched black and tough and falling (icarus style) back down to earth earth to ground ground deep down roots (always back to the roots back to the mother back to the source going back home) home?
return home, go home (what?) but airplane waiting (saturday) to rise up, fly up, kiss, greet, get scorched, fall back down (no no no), ancient stories repeating endlessly (i don't even know the stories but i am acting them out) and the tears the tears the drip drop scorch torch fire burn face fire burn heart tears that drown rivers and pool into oceans and go drippling droppling off the round edges of earth to form so many stars and fresh galaxies and new moons and endless potentials that (it is so good to cry) and (we are ready) and (now) and (now) and (3-2-1...)
sakura flowers are rolling down the hills and landing on my chest to sink deep into my heart and further still into my soul so when i rise up, fly up, to kiss, greet, and... nay not the scorching
beautiful white moth, alive and graceful
time is up, then dying, dropping to earth
time, time, time then dead bodies compost into rich soil
seed, root, stem, leaf, bud, blossom, flower
pluck
flowers losing themselves by merging with the boiling water
return home, go home (what?) but airplane waiting (saturday) to rise up, fly up, kiss, greet, get scorched, fall back down (no no no), ancient stories repeating endlessly (i don't even know the stories but i am acting them out) and the tears the tears the drip drop scorch torch fire burn face fire burn heart tears that drown rivers and pool into oceans and go drippling droppling off the round edges of earth to form so many stars and fresh galaxies and new moons and endless potentials that (it is so good to cry) and (we are ready) and (now) and (now) and (3-2-1...)
sakura flowers are rolling down the hills and landing on my chest to sink deep into my heart and further still into my soul so when i rise up, fly up, to kiss, greet, and... nay not the scorching
beautiful white moth, alive and graceful
time is up, then dying, dropping to earth
time, time, time then dead bodies compost into rich soil
seed, root, stem, leaf, bud, blossom, flower
pluck
flowers losing themselves by merging with the boiling water
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