a little bit of distance and it seemed like i hadn’t been there for years. and since one of my last impression making experiences in the city was someone trying to rob me, i realize i feel more fearful there. the incident left me with a bruised arm, a broken bag and a little bit less confident (but with all my belongings he went for, including my most important-the camera!), while it most likely left him with a darker karma.
these days i have plenty of time to think and feel again. how overwhelming that is, thinking and feeling. give me 16 boys to care for and thinking and feeling becomes more of a side affect of life itself, rather than being the main activity. does that make any sense?