Morning

I heard from a friend this morning about parallel dimension which reminded me about fatalism and magical realism. I'm here in the Philippines where elders talk about their being fairies in the trees as matter of factly as a discussion on the crops of the season.

I'm living in Pavia, Iloilo the agro-industrial hub here on the Island. I pass the coca cola factory and rice fields on my way home. Yesterday, on my jog I met to little girls picking tankong from a dried up resting rice field asking me what church i go to. They told me they go to Agape, I wonder if its anything like agape in Culver City.

My morning crustacean has not released yet. To shit or not to shit in a humid, bathroom. I guess I'm still heavily westernized especially when it comes to private moments.

I'm sweetly sore from a sensual samba. I love dancing. my dance instructor is phenomenal and sexy and younger than me. I could have a girl crush on her.

Tapping into the dancer within, I'm so happy to be filipina. I'm just so grateful to be alive. I attemped some meditation today and lasted a few minutes getting to the point where i could feel the aliveness inside my being.

I'm deciding whether to fall back to sleep, yoga and run or do some more writing. I'll wing it I'm sure. I'll just make sure to do my job and the rest with come.