The Circulation event, what a wonderful time
Off to www.circulation.com. Thinking back, I didn’t know how I would get here, where I would sleep or what I would eat, but came anyway. Things worked out great toward that end. There was a shuttle that brought people up that I jumped on. Because I am doing many workshops lodging and meals are provided for me. I never have worries about the future, we always find a way.
This is a juggling and manipulation convention that takes place in the mountains outside on Dunedin, a wonderful setting, yet rainy on the day I arrived. Specifically it is atRunning Friday through Tuesday, there are some hundreds of people here enjoying. There is no internet connection up here, kind of strange not to have, but like the old days. They are providing a bed and meals for me, sleeping in one of four rooms in the same building where we eat, on bunks with two others, very comfortable. It’s a nice building, all wood. The meals will be all vegan, a good thing. Ate a curry vegetable mix on rice last night, quite good. This morning it was an organic seed and oat cereal along with an excellent bread and tea, along with much more.
Much of this seems kind of like a hippy gathering, seeing long hair, piercings and tattoos often. Most things occur in a big tent, such as shows and many of the workshops. Speaking of workshops I will be presenting many. At one point there was a hula hoop class going on, many participants. I saw one women doing hula hoop who had a baby strapped to her chest, she was breast feeding at times while hooping. Hula hooping is very big over here, I saw much hooping in Australia and New Zealand.On awakening after the first night I heard birds in the trees and saw mist over the valley through the vegetation, a beautiful thing. As usual, I was up with the sun, I slowly and quietly slipped out of the room so I would not wake the two other bunk mates. Was somewhat cold last night, the first night, I will have to find more blankets for tonight. In fact, I’ve been somewhat cold my entire time over here, heaters are seldom used it seems. But, then again, it is now getting into spring so things will start heating up soon.
Just had lunch, a very tasty vegetarian meal of rice and assorted vegetables in a delicious sauce, along with beans and a few other things, quite good. After I ate I noticed someone eating alone at a table who was having trouble getting food to his mouth. I thought he had cerebral palsy and went to ask how I could help. Dunkin told me that I could help to feed him. He said that 16 years ago he was involved in an accident that left him in a coma for two and a half months. I told of my similar circumstance, as I showed him my book. He does not have very good control of his muscles and limbs, his left arm does not work so well. His speech was much affected also. After seeing Dunkin I feel so fortunate to be able to do what I can. I noticed that in taking a bite of food he opens his much quite big, I often do the same, not sure why, don’t want to miss the mouth or something. Mary Ellen was much bugged by this when I ate, and by other natural things I do.
11-13-11 at 6:33am. I missed 11-11-11 while up here, just seems like a neat date to write, so I just did. The early morning chill is in the air. Very clean air up here, I can tell. Yesterday I sold two books, some surprise sales, made $80. As I think I wrote, I brought 22 books with me on the plane, they sold rather quickly in Australia. I had 20 shipped over (thanks, Abe) and they have been selling. I’m down to two books, so it worked out well.
11-15-11 I’ve been busy teaching and working with jugglers, something I enjoy and people seem to get much out of my help—advancement, advancement. This has been quite a splendid event. Hidden away in the mountains in NZ with a bunch a jugglers and manipulators, very nice. I’ve taken many photos, which I will be sending separately.
Last night, the last night for circulation, there was a traditional Maori dinner. It was out in the woods with the trees, food was prepared underground on hot rocks where there was a fire earlier. First a hold is dug, rocks put in and a fire brought up very big. Hot coals are developed under the fire, food is put on wrapped in tin foil, and the whole thing is covered in dirt again. The meal and gathering was called Hangi. As usual while here, I ate too much, again. The food that is made is all vegan (no animal products in them at all) and all has tasted excellent. I believe that is a next path for me, a vegan life-style. I’ve just seen such harsh videos of the treatment of the animals we consume. And, even milk products from cows, I saw a documentary about how, in milk, they can’t help but include some cow blood and puss, a terrible thing. Also, I heard that the human body was not evolved to eat meat, we should be on a plant based diet to live best.
For the celebration last night there was a huge fire, about three meters across, which kept many people warm. After most people ate the belly dancing started, the best I have ever witnessed. Five percussionists on bongo type drums made a wonderful beat. The three dancers had exact moves that fit with the drumming and looked fabulous. A magnificent end to this wonderful event, already hoping to return next year (and, what about moving and living here, could it be in the cards?)Upon awakening this morning this last day of Circulation there was a cloudless and bright day ahead. After the sun was fully up and in looking out through the trees this area is truly magnificent. I have made many new friends here, it was like a big family get-together. I am looking toward returning next year.THE PAIN—Three days ago the pain in my shoulder started, and so recently after having that other pain. Since it began it is hard to even lift my right arm, let alone juggle. The shoulder that was broken feels at times like it had been broken again. And, even back when I was in jail I was doing push-ups and there was no pain in my shoulder. Also my knee is painful when I walk up stairs. I am told that this pain might be from the cloudy weather, what a terrible thing. Will this tremendous pain come-on on any cloudy day? Not looking forward to that in my life. With this warmer and sunny day, my pain is much better.After Circulation I had been working toward setting up a workshop in Christchurch, but it never came together. Was not sure what I was going to do after this convention ends, which is today, the 15th, until I have a return flight on Nov 30. I found an American, Clinton, who is over here traveling and had bought a van. He is on sabbatical from is work of counseling. Years ago he was a juggler for a living, we have much to talk about. So, I will be joining him to see further south and west from here, places where not a lot of tourists go, something I had wanted to do. We do not even know our route or destinations yet, I like it that way. Details will be included in the next message to you, I think you will like. You might say that god had set these good things to happen this way, or you might not. Seems to me that so many people thank god for setting these good things in life, like how good my trip is turning out, I cannot. These same people forget about where god is when bad things happen. Say, there is an accident and a bus rolled over. Everyone aboard died except for two children. The mother of the survivor gets on her knees and thanks god for letting her son live. She does not even think about all the others who died, who is their mother going to thank. More about god below.Often back home, when I sneeze I hear so many say, “god bless you.” Over here I am not hearing that, good to hear. Seems that most people say it because most everyone else says it, I cannot fall into that mold. The phrase was actually derived from old times when people thought that when you sneeze you are releasing demons from your body. I’ve looked carefully; I’ve never seen any demons exiting. It is the “common thing”, and, being one to not be like everyone else, I do not. Same with, dare I saw it, burping. The common thing to say after you do such a thing is, “excuse me”. If someone is listening I say, “whoops”. I won’t even comment on farting, that’s going a little too far. These are all simply basic human emotions and not to be taken too seriously, really.I’ve wanted to write to you on my thoughts about god, yet, such a big subject, I have withheld. So, here are some words, please let me know what you think. In the past I attended church much, each time I try to connect to what they were saying, I could not. My mind just seemed to go into a fuzzy haze while there. It’s like my mind tries to figure out what is being said and trying to analyze it in a logical way; it never made any sense to me and my mind drifts away. I guess I am writing this with atheism on my mind, you see, I have seen and heard nothing that would take me down a different path.Church is a great place for socializing and meeting people, and, overall a good thing, yet, many of these people who attend are not being critical about what is being said. Seems that most people there have not really read the bible, and, according to that book, god has put to death thousands of people, whole cities destroyed, families torn apart. The old testament is full of immoral things, with all the killings and the condoning of slavery and rape, not a book to live by. What about Noah and the big flood, thousands were killed by this so-called, god. He made everything then destroyed it –he said, “whoops, I made a mistake.” Who would want to pray to a god like this?Let’s even go back to Adam and Eve in the first place. They were made with no knowledge of right and wrong, according to the bible. Then god punishes mankind for all of eternity because Adam took a bite from an apple—without Adam knowing right from wrong. Then, how did they raise a family, the kids must have “done it” with siblings. In the bible it is stated not to mix with your family in that way. So, where did all of mankind come from? And, back to Noah and the big flood, Noah’s kids must have gotten together with family members to make families, well, what about that? I’ve read much of the bible, yet so many questions I have about god and the bible, can’t find answers in the bible, can you answer them for me?The new testament also has many corrupt things, along with good advice. People seem to pick and choose the things they like about it and don’t see the bad, and if you read carefully you will see the bad, and much there is.I remember back in Jr. High School I was really into reading sci-fi fantasy books. I loved reading The Seven Chronicles of Narnia. I got so into these books , could not put them down. I believed in my heart in Narnia, in Aslan, in Mordor and all the rest. Yes, I was a believer. It seems this same belief toward the bible is generated in the same way—but at such a large scale—hard to believe. And, without any factual evidence or proof of the existence of any god, so many are following this path and just “believe.”I’ve tried hard to simply “believe”, even trying to fake it until I could, yet, never could. Pastors would try and steer me toward this idea of god, could not find that path. Also, I found that people at church seem to look down on people who do not simply, “believe”, seems kind of mean to me. To me the idea of god is hope, yes, a scary thing to think about, that we will die and not have anything more. The idea of god solves that.I am told that without god people would be bad and just go around raping and killing others, not so. Look at countries without the strong god influence, much safer than the US, a proven fact. And, just look at animals on the planet, they do not have a god, yet they do not go around killing each other and live a good life together. I hear about how without god you won’t have morals. Once again, some of the countries with the least crime and the best “morals”, such as Sweden, have very little “faith” in any kind of god above or below, wherever it might be. Come to think of it, we have searched the entire earth below, no devil there. We have searched the entire sky above, no god there. Where could these characters be hiding? More bad then good, belief in a god has brought on most wars in the world, just think of the attack at the world-trade center, god centered.I am told god gives free choice, to believe and go to heaven or not and go to hell–this is no choice. I feel sorry for these people who live their entire life with this fear of going to hell, must be hard. Many people waste their entire life, the only life we really know, desiring the possibility of a life in heaven. Many seem to live this life with half-effort, thinking they have a “better” life after they die. No, I could never say, “there is no god”, but I want to get the most out of this life we are living now, the only life we truly know is real (but, then again, maybe it’s not real and we are just living a dream, or a nightmare, your choice.)They say that he (or she, I think a women god would make a better god) is merciful and a just god, does not seem that way to me. Who made this rule about how you “must” believe in the first place? Is this not an “all-knowing” god? So, if god made the rule and god is all knowing, and they say he knows the beginning from the end, he knows it will take more than mere faith for me—so it is god who is sending me to hell if that’s where I’m headin. A choice, this is not a choice. It is like he is holding a gun to my head and tells me, “believe or die”. In fact, many more intellectuals and good thinkers do not believe. I would rather be in hell with them then up in heaven singing my phrases to this god for all eternity (I don’t have a good singing voice anyway, just ask my daughters.)What I am saying is not to take god for granted. Question everything. In fact, question what I am writing now. You have intelligence, use it, do what is right, don’t just follow the normal, or common path. If you have ideas for me on the contrary, please send word to straighten me out.Bye for now>>>>KitNovember 12, 201100From Christchurch to Dunedin
In my last email I wrote you of developing the passion for writing. I am compiling words daily, I promise you. I read once that if you are a writer you have to make it happen daily, so the habit begins now. I also know that editing is the key to good writing, so much editing I have been doing. Also, it is best to use the briefest amount of words that you can to get the words across, I’ve tried to be exact and brief with it, but what I compiled is lengthy. In the above sentence I used the word “it”, I should not have. I remember back in fifth grade I had an excellent teacher named Mr. Muradian, the best teacher I remember ever having. He taught that you should not use the word “it”, ever, that you can always find better words to describe what you are trying to get across. He also said never to start a letter with “I”. I have held on to these writing techniques and some others from him since fifth grade and they have helped.
As you know, I am loving traveling the world. I’ve been dreading returning to the US on November 30—out of springtime here and back to the winter and the violence and the crime in America–a wonderful thing. The weather has been fantastic here, as I wrote before, I will be going from very nice springtime here to the beginnings of winter in the US. Would be so nice to travel following summer around the world, perhaps one day . . .After I return I will be driving up to Portland, seeing people along the way. My sister, Kaylaa, is moving from Sante Fe to Bend, Oregon. I will leave my van and fly from Portland to Albuquerque to meet up with her to help her drive her stuff up to her new home. I’ve also been trying to set up a workshop in Portland, not sure if will come together, I’ll let you know.Just left Nikki’s paradise in hosteling, what wonderful memories have been generated from my time in Picton and staying at Nikki’s Juggler’s Rest. Nikki was at then juggling event I am at now and will be writing of later. Nikki is such a lovely lady, I would have loved to spend more time with you.On to new memories and discoveries I go. Right now I’m on the bus driving south down to Christchurch from Picton, a smooth drive along the ocean. Looking to my left I see a rocky scenic shoreline. To my right I see mountains rising toward the sky. And, what’s that white stuff I see on top? New Zealand is just coming out of winter, so, of course, it’s snow I see, to my surprise.For the trip from Picton to Dunedin I did it two days, with a night in Christchurch. Had a tour of the city, still much devastation from the earthquake, many buildings have fallen apart and businesses not running. Pretty bad now, must have been a big mess previously.I had been in contact with someone in Christchurch who was helping to set up a workshop there (which never came together.) I was going to spend two weeks staying at her house before I departed to back to the states (my plans have since changed.) This person said I could spend the night at her house while on my way down to Dunedin, which was good, she lives there with her 13 year old son.I’ve stayed at many different places on my trip so far and seen different ways people live. Many are neat and organized in their home and life-style, the person I stayed with was not. You’ve heard of people who hoard things, this person was that. She blamed it on the earthquake and that things just did not get together yet, but the earthquake was months ago and I can tell that she is just a disorganized life-style. I don’t want to talk bad, and I hope I’m not, I just could not believe the house. Every place to put something, tables and shelves and other places, was packed with “stuff” on top, and much of the floors were, in the kitchen it was stacked 4 layers deep in some places. I wanted to help to organize the house completely, yet that would take days. Also, I could tell, this was not a disorganization from the earthquake, this was a life-style. She says she is under much stress in her life, and I can see why.
On the drive down from Christchurch to Dunedin I saw much gorgeous rocky ocean. Along the way I saw much farming country, sheep and cow mostly. You’ve heard of the wool products from New Zealand I’m sure, now I know where all the wool comes from, saw many sheep.
Arrival in Dunedin, a fabulous place, almost as nice as Brisbane, glad I’m here. Kind of reminds me of some of the small European cities I’ve been to. This town is supremely clean, immaculate lawns, brick side-walks (with no gum every few steps as I usually see in the US), wooden benches to sit, no graffiti, a nice town. Miguel, who is a juggler, took a little time off from work to meet me at the bus station and gather me up. He left me in the central town to meet him again at five. He had to get back to work, so he left me off. With three hours to spend, I was off to see Dunedin (here pronounced da-neee-din.) When I left Miguel I forgot to keep with me my computer and camera to work on writing to you and taking pictures while I was out. Didn’t have my computer to record my finds, or my camera for you to view my experiences, almost feel like I let you down. Having to do it the old fashioned way, with pen and paper. Growing up in San Diego the only “Miguel’s” I knew were Mexican (I believe Miguel is Spanish for Michael.) I was surprised to see this Miguel when we first met, a tall actor looking fellow. Miguel will be in my workshop here in Dunedin. Of course, staying with him I saw ways there, too, that things could be organized and better in the house. He lives there with another guy, a very guy place to live. They did not seem to like to wash dishes, so I did a few different times.While walking through Dunedin I saw a sign saying “public toilet” and had to, so in I went. Talk about perfection—clean clean clean. You went to the stall¸ pushed an electronic button, the door to the stall slide open, then another button inside to close the door. After, the sink in the stall was automatic. When you pushed the button to depart the toilet would automatically flush–a nice experience. In the US the word “toilet” seems to be a bad word, no one uses this word, I do. In a store, instead of saying, “where is the bathroom?” I say, “where is the toilet?” you see, I don’t want to take a bath. People avoid this subject so much, and it’s so much a part of life, at least 3 or 4 times a day. Instead of saying, “I have to pee” or “I have to poop”, I hear, “I have to go the bathroom.” We use the toilet so often, why is it we have made the word so bad to use. How about you, is it time?Trying to separate my time in Australia and my time in New Zealand in my mind, it is difficult to, everything sort of merges together. Also, I know there are distinct accents that are used by speakers in Australia, New Zealand and England, yet I cannot differentiate between them, knowing each is unique.This daily writing of words feels good, a new habit is in the making. Perhaps even these scribbling’s will go toward that book I want to author. That’s all it will take, a daily effort on my part, in the works now. I guess you would call this a blog, not sure. Should I put these words into blog form? (whatever that would be) Please, make me more knowledgeable about this topic.Last night a group of us went to see www.thebutlershow.com, and a good show it was, quite enjoyable. Included in the show was some unicycling and juggling, my sort of thing.The workshop in Dunedin went great over the last two days. Only three jugglers to work with, but all commented on how much it benefitted them. Here are comments I received in writing:====“Kit Summers has given me more in two days then I have had in a year towards improving as a juggler and performer. I now have the tools to guide my abilities to the next level. I could not recommend his workshop higher”—Miguel Nitis, B_27@hotmail.com====“I have learned a lot to make improvements to my work, show and ability to sell myself and succeed. Kit is relaxed, friendly and genuinely helpful with a wealth of knowledge to share.” Jay Glubb, jugglerjay@hotmail.com====“Kit has told me a lot about things you need to think about making it in the performance/entertainment business, and about the positive mindset one needs to make their audiences happy.” KGB Juggler, k.g.b.purple@gmail.com Presenting a juggling workshop is quite limiting in getting people there, not a lot of jugglers in the world. I really should put together a “Life Workshop” and ‘help people on their way toward a better future. The fee is $100 for my two day, 10 hour juggling workshop. I was thinking, I could charge $30 for a three hour workshop on life advancement ideas and do well, I believe. Any thoughts for me about this?Adios>>>KitNovember 8, 2011From Australia to New Zealand, here I go
THURSDAY, October 27, 2011–On the plane while typing this, on my way to New Zealand. As you know, I have greatly enjoyed my trip so far. Sorry for the delay in sending this posting to you, everyday there is something new to write you about and I want to send more and more.In trying to depart I did go through some trouble. When I had gotten my visa for Australia I had obtained one for six weeks, which, I thought, would be for the over-all time. So I thought I could split the time, including my trip to New Zealand. I found out I cannot. So, the guy had to sell me a return flight sooner and then my current one and to straighten it out later. So, it looks like I might have to just stay and live in NZ for the rest of my life? (I wouldn’t mind that all.) First I will have to contact an immigration office about getting an extension, which will cost. Then I will have to change my flight back to the original. I’m hoping it can be done not costing too much money, I will let you know. It ended up that I will spend more time in NZ and just fly back to Melbourne on the day I fly out, so I won’t enter the country. So, cost me around $200 for this change.Then, more trouble. I had been juggling the clubs often and my juggling was getting smoother. I wanted to bring them to practice in the airport. When I went through security they took the 3 juggling clubs I had with me. I did not think they would even question it, after all, they are plastic and could not hurt anyone. I demanded to talk with the supervisor, who told me the same--I even juggled them for her–no go. She gave me her email address and said she would forward them. A warning—include your juggling clubs in your stowed luggage and not in your carry-on, they are a dangerous weapon.And, more trouble. After arriving in New Zealand my bags went through the scanner. They noticed juggling balls. My 3 silicone balls were OK, they saw five other bean-bag balls that they confiscated and said that they might contain seeds or ?? that they don’t want in NZ. So, these gone, too.Anymore when bad things happen I do not care. As you know, a number of bad things have happened to me in my past. So, some financial cost concerning the extension on the visa, I will get through it. Money comes, money goes. I’ve found that money is nothing to worry about, you will find a way. A few hundred here, a few hundred there, oh well. Even a few thousand here, a few thousand there, it really does not matter.On the plane, I have time to write you, hope you do enjoy the read and like my prose. Before I left, at the Big Hostel in Sydney, I made a peanut butter sandwich. I just consumed the sandwich, quite good tasting. I wrote before, if we simply and thoroughly enjoy every bite of what we are eating and enjoy the taste, rather then just shoving it down our throat, we can enjoy meals and food more. As you know, all our life we eat so much, we should find a way to enjoy it more. It’s these little details in life that add up and make a better life. Make all the small details on your better and you make your life better.I had written something before about my wanting to totally disappear in the world, something I was much thinking about at one time. My thoughts were to pack a small bag and go to a different part of the US, or a different part of the world, where no one would know me. I would not have any ID or way to let people know who I was. With no money and no identity, I would begin a new life. We will always find a way to make it, or we won’t. That is something my mom used to tell me. When talking about something she would simply insert something about, “You will—or you won’t.” Such a simple thing that can make life easier, either you will or you won’t. I would just find it so interesting to go through starting a brand new life, to never contact anyone I knew ever again and begin again and find a way to make it. It would make a good book, I believe. So, maybe I’ll see you again—or maybe I won’t? Could it be Kit’s disappearing act?I must apologize, I have not kept up with my writings to you. Arrived in Wellington and Joy picked me up at the airport. I met Joy through www.couchsurfing.org, stayed with her three pleasant nights. She took me on a sight-seeing tour of part of Wellington, a lovely city. We made salsa, turned out as good tasting as usual. Joy took up surfing some months ago, likes it much. Always great when someone learns something new. How about you, are you learning new things all the time?A last week I had called to talk with my daughters, Jasmine and April. Their mom answered and we had a brief talk. Such a distance she has put between us, not the women I remember being married to for 23 years, at all. When you are connected to someone through marriage and then it falls apart, it is a whole new life for all involved. It is so hard for me because I can mainly only remember the good times together, don’t remember the hard and sad times. That was one of the main reasons for my trip over here, to forget the past and move on, hard to do that, though. I just hope April and Jasmine don’t follow this same track of avoiding and disconnecting with people in their life.The workshop in Wellington took place on the weekend of 29-30 Nov. Alice helped me to set it up. Only 5 participants, but each gave good reviews of what they learned. Alice is director of www.circus.org.nz, runs a great business, lives in a wonderful house, and has fantastic kids. I must say, I am greatly impressed with Alice and what she accomplishes in her life. Alice let me stay at her house for four nights, a superb visit, thank you, Alice. You will always be in my mind along with my stay with you, you are a special lady with a wonderful heart. While there the wind would not let up, often blowing as hard as 104 km/h. Wellington is a beautiful city on the water, very clean and well kept.THE PAIN–I’m over that pain that traveled through me that I wrote you about before. But, now my shoulder that was broken when that truck ran me down is hurting–quite bad. I can hardly move it to juggle and not using my right arm very much at all. When I was in jail (http://www.delcotimes.com/articles/2010/11/12/opinion/ doc4cdcb6de28cd5858134539.txt) I was doing 75 push-ups a day, and that was after the accident. So, this pain in the shoulder is new, feels like I broke it again. But, that’s enough about me and my pains. November 4th–Right now I am writing to you from onboard a big ship that takes people from the New Zealand north island to the south island, about a 3.5 hour trip. I traded my entertainment for free passage, they liked the idea. This ship holds 1600 people and 360 cars, huge it is. I’ve just taught another group of kids to juggle, a school group, it went great. I taught the directer of services how to juggle, too, she could, to her surprise. Here is the ship and the cruise:As I wrote before, every new destination is a new adventure, I love it. So, on to the www.jugglersrest.com/ in Picton. A small town with a wonderful character. Beautiful Nikki’s hostel is immaculate, so clean and so well organized, very comfortable. So, went from one successful women to another, each at the top of their field in what they do. Nikki is originally from a town in the middle of England and has relocated to Picton. She once stayed at this hostel, liked it much, then came back to be manager. After a time she purchased the place. This historic villa has wonderful plants and gardens surrounding it and the interior is quite beautiful. After the big earthquake in Christchurch her insurance went up tremendously, she is worried. If you have a chance, come and stay with Nikki, it will be a memory that will last all your life. I am so impressed with you Nikki.Last night we had a dinner party with Nikki and the five people staying here, what a joy. Yesterday I had made salsa and Parker, who is from Texas, couldn’t wait to try it. He ran to the store to pick up corn chips (they don’t have “tortilla chips” here.) We made an excellent dinner with various times that we had. Consuming 4 glasses of wine I was a happy boy. How nice to have dinner with friends.11-6-11–Just got back from a three hour hike in the mountains, and what a wonderful time. I brought a lunch and off I went. This trail climbed back and forth up a mountain, trees, bushes and the like on both sides of the trail, like a rain forest. You can only get up here by foot, kind of nice. The sun was bright, the temp was cool, the view was fabulous, the setting was fantastic. Up and up I climbed, passed by a couple of people who were on their way down, the trail was barely wide enough to allow people to pass. On the way up there was a bench for old people to take a break, I did (wait–now that means I’m old–yikes!) Finally reaching the summit, there was another bench that I used. A guy from Germany arrived soon and was as amazed as me at the view of Picton and New Zealand from up here, and, it was really up there. I took some pictures of him with his camera, he did the same for me, which you will get in my next email. Having lunch on that mountaintop was joyous. Then, time to hike down the other side, down I go.The trail was narrow with the right side steep up, the left side was steep down. With my balance and eye sight being far from good, and my left knee broken with pins in it, I took a step near the left edge and down I slipped, must have fallen five meters–laughing the whole way down. At this point I have been injured so much I don’t care anymore if I get hurt, but I didn’t. I just sat there for a time wondering what to do. As I turned and looked up the hill looked very steep. I attempted the climb back up, down I went again, even further down. This time I just sat there and thought for a time. I said to myself, “I could just stay here and eat plants, bugs and animals that might wander by, could be my new life.” Then I thought again, “But I like cookies too much and have to find a way out of here.” So, I went parallel with the trail for some meters and saw another way up, grabbing onto trees and branches as I was climbing. Getting back to the trail, I was much more careful on the rest of the way down. Finally arriving back in town, I made my way back to Juggler’s Rest. There was one thing that much disappointed me on the walk today. The whole way I was looking for elephants, I didn’t see one, perhaps next time I am here I will.There is a certain passion I get about writing, which I had the whole time out hiking today. I just couldn’t wait to get back to write to you. I have to find a way to hold on to this passion as I am writing my next book. It is so much fun to share with you things from my life that might help you in your life.In the US many households take time to say, “grace”, before a meal. It is almost like–ready, set, go. Seems that most people say the words with no meaning or anything. I am finding that that habit is not practiced anywhere here that I have seen. In America so many people are god centered and Jesus centered. I have been studying and learning about the idea about god, and such a big topic it is. I will be writing to you my ideas about god in my next emailing to you. And, I promise you, there won’t be such an extended time before you receive.Adios>>>>KitOctober 27, 2011Interesting Katoomba
SUNDAY–In my last words to you I forgot to write about my time with Chris and Bevan helping with their act. These two jugglers took my workshop when it was in Melbourne. They are both quite good. I spent five hours coaching and helping. As we went along I was surprised at the ideas and help I was able to present, some good suggestions. I gave them the idea of doing street shows, in fact, I asked if there was a mall near by with people who could be an audience. We were there about 20 minutes and they got a good feeling of a street show before the mall security told us we had to leave. They are planning to get a street license today and then start doing street shows this weekend. I believe they will do well.
MONDAY–Took a bus today from Sydney to Katoomba, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2svemtrg6VU Staying in a hostel tonight, return to Sydney tomorrow. This hostel is nice, very clean. Interesting at the hostel, many different people, many different languages. Things are setting up for places to stay in New Zealand, but I don’t like to pre-write you, I will have words later about other experiences.
One of the first things I saw when I got into Katoomba was a store that sold juggling equipment and unicycles, I was surprised. Here they are:
After arriving and securing my sleeping location, I took a bus to see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWQD63mye44. It ended up that there was this very large brush fire near the three sisters, which consumed some houses, and the bus could not get close. It was interesting to see and breathe all the smoke, see all the fireman and helicopters, and see people evacuating. When I heard that the fire was under control I departed. I was surprised you didn’t show up, Tom. THE PAIN–I told you of the pain I was experiencing, still there. This morning I could not hardly even move my right arm. Then the pain came into my mid section and eventually down to my legs, mainly my knees. This happened once before while I was driving across the US. That time it was my right ear and jaw area–terrible pain. I even went into a hospital to have it checked out, they could not find anything. That time the pain started in my ear-jaw area, then spread down to my arms and mid-section and finally to my legs. Excruciating pain, of course, I was greatly concerned. Then as quickly as it came, it went away, nothing left over. This second pain like before is doing the same, down to my knee now. It feels like chemicals are going through my system and finding my joints. I do know that pain is mostly in the brain when you feel something. And boy, in my brain messed up. Any thoughts or ideas about this pain that comes on me?Went out this evening for a walk, nice evening. I heard some African drums, very loud, and got curious, time to investigate. I went through a church yard following the sound. I found it in a church hall. The African looking guys bongoing, two white guys playing also, and about 35 dancers all doing the same moves. Kind of interesting. I just knew that I could not even begin to dance as they were, feeling that my body has let me down.It’s so strange how sometimes my fingers just go and go with words for you. Then there are other times, like now, where it really takes effort to write. When I am out I keep paper and pen with me to take notes. Today I didn’t have, and I know there were some things that occurring that I had wanted to write you about. Now I will have to make new things happen..
TUESDAY–When I awoke this morning I was scared to move. I didn’t know which part of me would be hurting. The pain is now down to my knees, with some remaining in the right shoulder. I do wish I knew why this pain comes on me, moves through me, and then exits. Any ideas?
Returned to where fire was yesterday to see the three sisters by bus. Looks better in photos. But doing a tourist thing.
Then I took the train back to Sydney and went to stay in the hostel I was at before. I really like it here. The one I was at last night was just a bed for the night. When I returned here it was like I was coming home, like a family.Seeeeeeeeee ya>>>>KtOctober 26, 2011To the beach I go and wonderful Sydney harbor
A short posting this time. I must apologize to you, I’ve not been keeping up with this. I will do better in the future. I just want to get this off to you today, so bigger postings later.FRIDAY–On awaking this morning I had this bitter anger toward Mary Ellen, my ex(?) wife. Not sure where it came from, perhaps I was dreaming previously. I’m not used to having anger, this morning I had much–why, why? I still don’t know why she left me and then divorced me. Around that time I was hit by a second truck, put in jail for a month and my family broke up. Since then I have pondered which affected me the most and the worst. The breakng up of my family wins.A clear and nice day out, to the beach I go! Jumped on a bus down to the docks. Took a ferry ride for 40 minutes and then walked for a bit to get to the real beach. Manly Beach is a big beach. I tried to play the part, being manly that is, I think it worked, but who am I to know. Many people in the area, and, as usual, everything is very clean and nice. Springtime is quickly approaching, so the water is still a bit cold, yet I actually wore my swimming trunks and went in the water to over my head. The waves were quite small, but a good time was had. I guess you know of my balance issues, walking near the shore with the water waist high and with waves it posed some problems, fell a couple times because I could not stay upright, laughed as I went down. Also, I looked at my body, I am one of those out-of-shape old men that I remember seeing in my youth–yikes! I do need to get in a better shape–work-out time. I’ve not because of my knee problems and other problems, yet, I think I use that just as an excuse, so excuse me. How about you, what’s your excuse, have you worked out today? For me, a pleasent day at the beach, juggling, reading and writing to you.The afternoon was spent making salsa at the hostel. We made a big batch. They did not have a food processor, so we had to hand-chop, first time I’ve had to hand chop the entire thing. But, I had help. Three guys chopped through the tomatoes in no time.That evening there was a barbeque party up on the roof. The salsa was a hit and consumed and gone quickly. There were at least 35 people there, a good time was had by all. Food was flying, beer was flowing, talk was loud. The party did need music, but other then that it was fantastic.SATURDAY–Back to the beach, Bondi beach this time. A bus ride brings me in. Many more tourists here. Didn’t feel like going for a swim today. I did look out to the water and there must have been 35 surfers out there, in wet suits and everything. Trouble is, it was like they were on a bay. The waves, when they came were, maybe, a few centimeters (remember, they use metric here, so I can’t use inches and feet.) It was mostly like they were just sitting in a bay on their boards; kind of a funny site.OK, I must do some statistics:Obese people in America: about 6 in every 10Obese people in Australia: about 1 in every 15America: about even, pretty girls to guys in the populationAustralia: about 5 pretty girls to every guy in the population (not that I’m noticing.)SUNDAY–Didn’t do much today, enjoyed my day, though. I will make sure my next post is more substantial for you.Woke with a very sore shoulder, I can barely move my right arm without tremendous pain. I did nothing to bring this on. It is the shoulder that was broken when that truck hit me. Hope is not reoccurring on and on.Write you again soon.
It’s me>>>>KitOctober 23, 2011
