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I’m not sure if I’ll be in Caracas for the new date.
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I’m not sure if I’ll be in Caracas for the new date.
I couldn’t believe when I learnt that Spencer Tunick is going to put an installation next sunday here in Caracas! That’s great! I wrote to the Museum of Modern Arts of Caracas since they are inviting volunteers to participate.
Well, at least is very healthy food, and the salads are great. I’m not sure but I’m turning leaner and more defined, I guess is from the stress of the trip or the withdrawal effects on my metabolism.
This travel to Venezuela was too fast, but I’m ok now, I feel like at my second home here. I’ve been calling mom daily so she won’t feel I’m kilometers away.
M been a moving forward force, and now I meet D, four days before leaving Panamá for only G-d knows how long.
The question is what I’m looking for, and what’s for me in a relationship with both. The answer is quite clear.
In doubt, let the road walk you.
Mom is coming on monday, I’m leaving for Caracas next day. :-( I really don’t want to go. At least not now.
Fear, even thinking about the word put my heart in pursuit mode. Focusing in the source at least I’ve been able to stop those panic attacks I was wrongfully thinking where caused by other stuff. Learning to identify the fear as a fear and it’s logic source had helped me to get over it.
I was meditating this morning, just before the sun raised. Once I finished, before coming back, I asked a question, “why I get so distracted”, I saw myself as a Kid reading a book in aunt Mima’s house. I opened my eyes with that image and while swimming in the pool I was trying to find the meaning, what possible had to do my love for learning with myself being so distracted. To get the right answers or at least a good aproximation of yourself you should ask the right question, in this case I got the right question, “Why I readed books when I went to visit Aunt Mima’s house?”
The question was pretty obvious to myself.
The younger Ken was escaping a reality he didn’t want. Like the proverbial ostrich hiding his head in the sand that one was hiding his head between the pages of a book. Nobody asked me questions, nobody interrupted me, only to tell me the visit was over.
After that I tried to go back and ask more questions, but mind responded with noise.
Definitely I need to have long conversations with myself.
At least I got the flour and the baking soda. There are selling this “Bread” making machine at the local PriceMart, $50 bucks, mmmm, maybe yes, maybe not hahahaha.
Mom came to stay a couple of days with me and then I traveled to Chiriqui to spent the weekend with her. It’s funny mom’s attitude, she enjoys taking me from one place to the next as if I was still that shy tiny and bony child that followed her everywhere. I’m grown, I’d had my dose of life. But I guess I’ll always be that to her.