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Abbot Kinney
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Dear Kim,

I am sitting in a café on Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach. The California sun warms the back of my still chilled Midwestern neck and dances on the spotted table cloth.

I have come to escape the St. Louis winter to do my own recovery from my sister’s cancer.

A year of shock:

Panic.

Fear.

Arranging.

Rearranging.

Discovery.

Grace.

Tears.

The year is not over.

I didn’t know I could hurt this much. Or love this much.

And now I am tired.

I am sitting in this café watching tattooed filmmakers.

I imagine they are filmmakers.

Everyone looks like a filmmaker at this café. Everyone looks impossibly hip.

It feels good to be some place where nobody knows my name. I know I am lucky to live most of the time in a community where I get to take an active part. Where I have learned to be part of the woof and weave.

I live in a small town masquerading as a big city where a trip to Straub’s grocery yields several impromptu conversations as well as a dozen eggs. Sometimes that feels very good.

But now I am tired.

It is not enough to turn off the phone or shut my door. I need geographical distance to think about my life. I am greedy to take it.

(Kim: Linda had a wonderful grandfather who was a farmer and railroad worker. He could work weeding a sidewalk for 10 hours straight, never catching his breathe (Linda can do this as well). If we did this we'd get exhausted in a short time.

As I think about education, I sometimes think about those things we could teach that aren't covered in school...like pacing oneself. I don't doubt that it is not a lottery that decides who gets sick, but that something that we cause through the way we live our lives. Machines are like that. When they break it is a combination of the amount of use, how well they are built, and how they are taken care of.

I'm glad you are taking care of yourself. You'll find some interesting info about Abbot Kinney by clicking on the link I made above. Also, at the end of the web page are more links about Venice. It is quite a place.)

Later,
Joan

Tuesday, Jan 17, 2006

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