two years ago (today), i bought a set of sandalwood beads. for months i wore them only when i traveled, some sort of talisman that wasn't so much a St. Christopher as it was a reminder. that summer was full of uncomfortable trips to North Carolina, and i wanted to remember what was really important rather than getting swept away by ennui or lost in worry about the unflinching gears of past karma.
eventually the travels became less frequent, and at the end of summer i fell in love with an American girl with a Czech surname. i learned that she got away (she was never mine) from a mutual friend while i waited in the Fort Lauderdale airport to fly north once more. it was the autumnal equinox, and i chose not to take off the beads upon my return. i wanted to remember what was really important rather than getting swept away by the mania of pursuit or lost in the malaise of unrequited love.
but all this is beside the point.
the point is that yesterday, a small Indian woman sold me a cup of coffee, pointed at the beads, and asked:
"do you know what they mean?"
Friday, May 15, 2009
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well, I have wondered myself at some point: "what they hell do those beads mean?" I did know however, they definitely had meaning to you.
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