Friday, August 15, 2008


Back about a week from Mexico, and yes climbing some pyramids.
Seems far away at this point. Returning, learning that my 27 yo nephew had died, the final result of many years of drugs. I try to relate it to things I know. Myself being about 27 when getting infected with HIV -- a lifetime away. All irrelevant, knowing the pain that my sister has been going through. And all the insane family dynamics surrounding the death.

On a happier note, the Mexico trip was enjoyable. I took Tolle's book, The Power of Now, and constantly reminding myself to stay present during the hectic conference schedule.
One of the more memorial moments was the anti-homophobia march at the start of the conference: