: change me, change me, change me

Wow. Thank you for sharing, my friend.

Savannah Locke

After eleven days in India, three days in Lisbon, and two days in London, I’ve been given the gift of an hour on a couch with nothing to do but write. I can’t begin to scratch the surface of what happened in India— the people I saw, the spiritual realities I encountered—but still I have to try. It feels as if I snapped a thousand polaroid pictures when I was there, and now begins the process of developing them. One at a time. Storing some closer than others. Leaving a few on the shelf to think about later. The process is daunting because I can’t undo what I saw or erase the experiences I had. I’m the one being developed, really, and there’s no way to stop it.

When I was going to sleep last night, all I wanted was to be at my apartment watching Friends and drinking cider…

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