KHUN CHUCK IS PASSING SMALL FARMS AND OUTPOSTS REGULARLY NOW. NO ONE SEEMS SURPRISED TO SEE A RAFT COME BY AND I HAVE THE IMPRESSION I AM NOT THE FIRST CREATURE TO COME FLOATING OUT OF THESE MOUNTAINS .THERE ARE PEOPLE WORKING FIELDS AND THEY ARE SINGING . I DON'T RECOGNIZE THEIR LANGUAGE BUT THEY MOVE SLOW AND PACE THEMSELVES TO A HOT SUN.
THE RIVER IS MUCH DEEPER NOW AND COLORED LIKE DARK JADE. BUSHES AND THE OCCASIONAL TREE LINE THE BANKS AND I HEAR BIRDS OFTEN. A SMALL SWIMMING ANIMAL FOLLOWED ME AWHILE THIS MORNING THEN DARTED UNDERWATER WHEN I LIFTED AN OAR TO ROW.
I AM QUITE COMFORTABLE IN GENERAL , JUST FEELING A LITTLE CRAMPED. I'D LIKE TO GET OUT AND WALK AROUND BUT SOMETHING TELLS ME TO JUST KEEP GOING .
ON THE CLINIC SIDE OF THINGS IT IS A STEADY SLOW CLIMB , BESIDES FATIGUE I FEEL PRETTY NORMAL . BLOOD COUNTS LOOK GOOD .
I'LL KEEP YOU APPRAISED, KHUN CHUCK
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Back in the electric saddle...
GIFT
A day so happy
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
CZESLAW MILOSZ
from the inscription to Ray Carver's
" A New Path to the Waterfall"
More to flow. Keep being you,
Khun Chuck-san
El Jazeera on the town
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