Two puppies fight and eat my hand
Two puppies
A bird in their cage
Two puppies relaxing
Two little chicken babies preparing to explore an intimidating world
Deyanira
Mi Tia
A beautiful puppy eating my fist
Red Chicken
Small Baby Chickens
A boy with his juice
Me in prison, unhappy
Wisps
Abuelita's Backyard with Chicken coop
Cactus and Abuelita's backyard
Girl
Three girls
Cloud bridge
Cloud bridge
Cloud Bridge
Clouds obscure the sun
Clouds over telephone wires
Me squeezing two girls
Clouds over construction
(A) window encounter(ed)The majority of these pictures are from the house of my Abuelita (literally "Grannie") which is perhaps the stereotypical Mexican house. It's very beautiful, with a hot but welcoming and small house and a bigger yard with a chicken coop and puppies and baby chickens and a bird and a brown dog named Terry. It's got all the trappings, the omnipresent paintings of Jesus and Mary and their fiends hanging out in clouds, the stylistic depictions of the sun and moon, lots of plants, scattered dirt and garbage, receding paint and advancing soil. We suck coconut ice cream out of plastic bags while watching the neighbor woman hang laundry. She comes to join us for birthday cheesecake. It isn't so hot, because it's going to rain, and we're shaded from the sun.
I feel so incredibly loved in my classroom, I feel like emphasizing. I can't express it exactly. The way I can make eye contact with anyone in the room for a warm smile when needed. For me this is practically all the time. When can you truly say you don't need a warm smile? People consistently express concern for me, play with me, let the little things slide, teachers don't care when I disregard the homework or their lectures, people recommend music, poetry, movies, and give affirmations of friendship when appropriate. I like that a lot. I am sometimes annoyed by a lot of stupid questions from boys, though. I assume it's something to do with culture shock or something of that nature.
I also am having a really odd feeling toward my past. I feel a complete disconnect between my previous life and what I am aware of now. It's very bizarre. I feel like things that happened to me within a few years ago happened to a different person. I can no longer recall how certain things felt, how I felt toward certain people, that is, I know it consciously but can no longer disinter the ghost of that feeling. The spiritual death and rebirth seems to have carried itself out this time while it failed to some extent when I went to Interlochen. I am still in contact with old friends and my parents occasionally, yet this seems to do little to make any of that seem more real. I like it.
Love to you,
Adam
I feel so incredibly loved in my classroom, I feel like emphasizing. I can't express it exactly. The way I can make eye contact with anyone in the room for a warm smile when needed. For me this is practically all the time. When can you truly say you don't need a warm smile? People consistently express concern for me, play with me, let the little things slide, teachers don't care when I disregard the homework or their lectures, people recommend music, poetry, movies, and give affirmations of friendship when appropriate. I like that a lot. I am sometimes annoyed by a lot of stupid questions from boys, though. I assume it's something to do with culture shock or something of that nature.
I also am having a really odd feeling toward my past. I feel a complete disconnect between my previous life and what I am aware of now. It's very bizarre. I feel like things that happened to me within a few years ago happened to a different person. I can no longer recall how certain things felt, how I felt toward certain people, that is, I know it consciously but can no longer disinter the ghost of that feeling. The spiritual death and rebirth seems to have carried itself out this time while it failed to some extent when I went to Interlochen. I am still in contact with old friends and my parents occasionally, yet this seems to do little to make any of that seem more real. I like it.
Love to you,
Adam
2 comments:
I just ate some Pillsbury cookie dough - the pumpkin sugar cookie dough and thought of you. I miss you! Hope you are having fun in Mexico. Sending you abrazos!
aw, the puppies are adorable :)
and you cut your hair! which makes me think that i have a picture of you and i, from when you still had a lot of hair. my hair is still about the same as usual though.
loves,
sammi.
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