Abundance of
Kabuli Palaw. It was the name of the dish we ate last night. The Lamb was so tender. The rice was so perfectly aromatic. The carrots and raisins were reminiscent of food cooked in a big vat on the street in Chanji 22 years ago. The whole evening I couldn't help but reminisce about what might be similar between Kashgar and Afghanistan. But the similarities were very limited. Looking on a map on the way out I realized that Kashgar is closer to Islamibad than Kabul. Either way the Uygher are their own. This all came after a day that was thought provoking and I just want to remember. I need to remember every small blessing and thought of abundance. I am blessed. It's all too often hard to rember or difficult to set the order straight in my mind, for how I got from point A to point B. 6 Months ago I told someone I loved that I no longer wanted to be married to them. The dicotomy of loving someone, but feeling, after 20 years, like you need to stop hiding, is not a simple thing to