I’ve spent the last two days in a bit of a daze, mostly at Susi’s tangi (te reo for funeral, but more of a celebration than any western funeral I’ve ever attended).
This shot is from the Piritahi marae on Waiheke. My heat broke open for all that is passing right now. So many people at once and I’m so far from center it’s laughable.
I know where the center is.
I’m still scrambling and very flustered. It’s on brand. I’ve been extremely absent-minded. Once again, the lack of intermission is laughable, and I’m just here for the ride. I’ll manage to do something on this tour; something meaningful. I may actually write the show down, as a post. I think that’ll make the most sense at the end of the way. One big piece of heart, on the page and on the road.
I’m so far from who I was.
This place thwaps me on the head.
Seeing these people means I see me.
Seeing other kids means I see Ash.
Seeing Aotearoa means I see America.
Seeing too much can make you dizzy.
Literally and figuratively.