DAY 06
| The day before Ezra’s birthday. The rains fell hard last night in thinking that Ezra’s birthday will be here soon. And what should we do? Go to the Green School! We met Dani, Carolina and Ian from Santa Catarina Brasil. Amzing the ebb and flow of the universe. Might I have.Might I be. Ia want to go. I don’t want to go. The waves, oh the waves. We went to the Green School and met Adam, Tim and Ben. Ben I guess is my 1968 Monkey Brother from New York City. The connections just keep rolling in. Wayan Bebas hooked us up with Kutut Sabar who drove us to and from the Green School. We had a great time. Kutut is a fine driver that drives very slow and has Balinese Music playing – more our style. The Green School was simply amazing and amazing is too much of a cliche. Amazing to see all those amazing parents waiting to ick up their amazing children. And we were the next batch. And so here we are waiting to see if the island will select us. But we have it all here. What about the drive? If we could meet one person, maybe we did and that was it. Move on from the experience. 6 year old daughter. Pink hat. Pink phone. Yoga teacher that did not like UBUD. Too much for me. Too much fo anyone. Always easier to move on. Always easier to make due. We wait and wonder.Not. We are not of this window. We wish and want to continue. Knowing this is only a brief place and to make th most of the connections that we have. I want to buy a soccer ball. And a kite. The cares of the little ones. I lost it with Viena today as we were going and trying to do her early morning lessons. She could not write the number 17. She has been so excited about Ezra’s birthday. I have been so excited about Viena’s learning. ‘ At the Green School we spend time teaching the entire learner: Kinesthetic, Emotional, Academic, Gender, Spirtual. Where do you go from here? I don’t know. But many people are lost that come to Bali, but they smile more when they are lost. A monkey forest for a monkey brother. My connections to Garopaba. I need to write them down now. The sun it up. The temperature is hot. The clouds rumble and we might have another downpour. Maybe. Maybe. |
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