I’m living the monk’s life in my green turtle bus, up on the bluff over the lagoon.
Wake up, chop wood and carry water, wash my panties in a pail and hang them to dry in the sun. Sit a bit, stretch a bit, watch the tides roll out and in. Out, and in. Soak some beans, then boil them slowly on the two-burner hotplate, seasoned with garden tomatoes, zucchini and herbs. Eat. Wash. Empty toilet bucket into pit. Sleep. Start again.
I wonder how my monk life will mesh with my married life â€¦ I wonder, but can’t know. The beauty is, we are grownups. We make up the rules.Â It is my life, it is our life, it is art: all one grand experiment.
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Oh man! Just a picture of you and Daniel sitting up on the bluff watching the tides and the sunset together. Share the best of each of you.