Itinerant Air-Cooled Greetings From Rochester NY
Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:51 pm
The Main Lap begins.
My heart is tangled. There are people here I love to stomach ache proportions, yet here I am. . . the Travelling Autistic who just yesterday was sitting atop a ferris wheel with two children I've known since their respective Day One's, refereeing the most trite of children's deeply held passionate convictions, "S/He got more than me!" watching them begin to wobble with fatigue, surrounded by community traditions and the most beautiful countryside on Earth in the late afternoon's sunlight, I watched them pile into bed with yet another fresh new day done up proud and tired and I saw their mother more conscious of her charge than anyone I know. . . look, I don't know. I am on Walkabout this lap. Those I visit will be challenged not only with the lessons I must impart, but the lessons I must learn.
Colin
My heart is tangled. There are people here I love to stomach ache proportions, yet here I am. . . the Travelling Autistic who just yesterday was sitting atop a ferris wheel with two children I've known since their respective Day One's, refereeing the most trite of children's deeply held passionate convictions, "S/He got more than me!" watching them begin to wobble with fatigue, surrounded by community traditions and the most beautiful countryside on Earth in the late afternoon's sunlight, I watched them pile into bed with yet another fresh new day done up proud and tired and I saw their mother more conscious of her charge than anyone I know. . . look, I don't know. I am on Walkabout this lap. Those I visit will be challenged not only with the lessons I must impart, but the lessons I must learn.
Colin