Notes

        Within a half hour of noon and you and Carol are busy packing and cleaning up before leaving between five-thirty and six. You were up at four-thirty and as Kim was also you had a good father and daughter chat just like you used to do. Owen is drifting off to sleep and Carol is finishing up washing the sheets, etc. and putting them back on the bed for Grandma Paik’s arrival Sunday.

         I am trying to think of experience-like examples from my own life that might be used with the shamans but I think I need a nap more than anything else at the moment.

         The first half of the scene (at least) will be the preparation for the dance as seen through the eyes of Takis. He is the leader, if you will. Why? He is the oldest, he is the first full real shaman. Like today, authenticity counts the most when it comes to the passion of the art. The wisest of the elders are the most respected. Not perfect by any means, but listened to. That is the way it was (most of the time) in the content of these books. Later, dude. – Amorella.

         Late afternoon. The car is packed and you are ready to go when Kim arrives home. You are trying to focus on the trip home and are checking the weather because of possible thunderstorms and hail.

         This is what I do when we take car trips. And, we spent the afternoon watching Owen closely as he has begun turning over and trying to roll, so far he can only get to a roll and a half and we don’t like to leave him with his head down for long even though his head is turned to the side so he can breathe. I haven’t had time to focus on the writings.

         I’m in here orndorff, remember. Shut this down and relax. Enjoy the drive home. Tomorrow, orndorff, if you have the time. Post. Amorella. 

         I was pleasantly surprised that we had no rain. I was expecting thunderstorms most of the way home. We were home before ten and I made a short stop at the grocery. I am thankful it was a good drive.  Although early on someone cut me off and about hit the car. As he went to the left off the freeway exit and I went straight I flashed him the tall man salute. I should not have. Very immature, as Carol immediately said. It was. I am too old to get angry like that, but I did. I feel bad because I didn’t really realize his passenger is the one who saw me not the driver. I think she was upset that he had done what he did as was trying to make amends but just like that it was over and I couldn’t take the high sign back.

It is almost eleven-thirty and time for bed. It is a long drive though, going straight through. Anyway, to sleep in one’s own bed is a good thought.

You thought about whether to put that finger up in the air or not, felt you should not, but then did it anyway and this was a split second after seeing the woman sort of wave frantically.

You are right, you say it better and more honestly than I did. I saw her motions but it didn’t register until afterwards that she might have been apologizing for the driver even though he was still in a huff.

I’m here in part to keep you honest, orndorff. This was your wish, to remain an honest man, at least the most honest you could be along with being polite. The finger was honest and not polite. You can’t always be both. This is indeed an experience we can use. By the way, we both just heard the thunder. The rains are indeed coming. – Amorella.