Practicing dance two days ago, I sensed, very strongly, Asha's presence behind me, as if she were really there. I sensed her saying, "Why are you concentrating on the Pope? I want you to tell my story. Why are you focusing on the Pope and not my story? I don't want you to leave me behind." She is an insistent spirit.
I told her that I would starting working. It is not fair to Asha and all the people who loved her, who are encouraging me and helping me, to just drop off the map. I will never know her nor be able to tell her story.
It's getting to the time of year when I feel closest to Asha...this dry autumn, such a dry-leaf fragrance in the air. The owls have returned; mountain lions hunt at night and coyotes. I saw a stag chase a bobcat away, running at it, snorting and showing its horns. The world when Asha was taken away, a dry landscape, returns now, and I return, too, back into her story.
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