Davis California again
The joke is that last year was a g.o.o.d. year (get out of davis).
I got back here 10 days ago, with Satya, Vayu and Tara. Back into the richness of our life here, a place we have some roots. Walked up Douglass Ave. with my friend Marcelo last night, past #815 where Satya was born (which i've cycled past many times since we moved to Lindo Place in 2000) and I stopped short on the sidewalk, struck that the last time i walked that bit of pavement was with a crying baby in the hot summer evening.
Tonight in the park for fireworks, Satya and his friend Jeremy took off on their own. During the day, Satya has cycled or scootered over to friends' places, alone or with Violet. Time for me extends forever, and skips in blips.
Having dinner with Jon, Nancy, Ben and Maya last Friday, or at the Busse's place for a 4th of July potluck, I notice the strength of our community here. My parents came up for the day and will stay two nights: a sweet visit that was, and will be, impossible when we're 10,000 or 900 miles away. The kids are all loving Dadaji and Dadima's presence. How nice also to have Sara's college pal Variny and her children here with us today.
Haven't blogged lately. Busy -- we've been scoping out a move to Washington state. Also, Sara and i have planned a role switch, wherein she gets back into professional life and I work as a stay at home dad. So one reason i haven't blogged is to keep hush-hush the possibility of my leaving Davis High. Now it's no secret. Sara's been working with BGI for a month, and I resigned from my teaching job last week. A very difficult thing to do. I put a lot into my work in these years, and reaped from it likewise. Now it's time to peel the onion of my life, to seek lessons at a deeper level of self , inwardly and outwardly.
So here we are, back in our place, to say our goodbyes and make this leap to Indianola, Washington, where we arrived in mid-May. I remember agreeing with Sara last month when she said that if we had come to Davis before trying on life in Washington, we'd never have been brave enough to make the move. Yep.
A sweet new beginning up north, beginning with a bittersweet ending right here. Last year was a g.o.o.d. year, but this year getting out of davis is tough.
by Ajay
I got back here 10 days ago, with Satya, Vayu and Tara. Back into the richness of our life here, a place we have some roots. Walked up Douglass Ave. with my friend Marcelo last night, past #815 where Satya was born (which i've cycled past many times since we moved to Lindo Place in 2000) and I stopped short on the sidewalk, struck that the last time i walked that bit of pavement was with a crying baby in the hot summer evening.
Tonight in the park for fireworks, Satya and his friend Jeremy took off on their own. During the day, Satya has cycled or scootered over to friends' places, alone or with Violet. Time for me extends forever, and skips in blips.
Having dinner with Jon, Nancy, Ben and Maya last Friday, or at the Busse's place for a 4th of July potluck, I notice the strength of our community here. My parents came up for the day and will stay two nights: a sweet visit that was, and will be, impossible when we're 10,000 or 900 miles away. The kids are all loving Dadaji and Dadima's presence. How nice also to have Sara's college pal Variny and her children here with us today.
Haven't blogged lately. Busy -- we've been scoping out a move to Washington state. Also, Sara and i have planned a role switch, wherein she gets back into professional life and I work as a stay at home dad. So one reason i haven't blogged is to keep hush-hush the possibility of my leaving Davis High. Now it's no secret. Sara's been working with BGI for a month, and I resigned from my teaching job last week. A very difficult thing to do. I put a lot into my work in these years, and reaped from it likewise. Now it's time to peel the onion of my life, to seek lessons at a deeper level of self , inwardly and outwardly.
So here we are, back in our place, to say our goodbyes and make this leap to Indianola, Washington, where we arrived in mid-May. I remember agreeing with Sara last month when she said that if we had come to Davis before trying on life in Washington, we'd never have been brave enough to make the move. Yep.
A sweet new beginning up north, beginning with a bittersweet ending right here. Last year was a g.o.o.d. year, but this year getting out of davis is tough.
by Ajay
posted by Sara and Ajay at 11:06 PM
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your strength is your patience and love. focus on it.
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