in this history of modern China and subsequently had the Chinese
national anthem stuck like a broken record in my head for the rest of
the day.
It was all I could do after such a display to curb my impulses to march
like a nutcracker down the street as I trailed after my friend to some
fairly quiet park where we could study Tibetan writing. Highlights of
the lesson include a devastating amount of sub and superscripts as well
as the largest spider I have ever seen mistake my friend's trousers for
a bench as it sunbathed. He was a welcome distraction from the
absolutely humiliating prospect of learning such a complicated language.
That afternoon I wrote some letters home with four Tibetan sisters
pouring over every word written, leaning onto my arm and shoulder,
spilling onto my lap. I left for fear of turning into a couch or bowl
for humanity. As I made dinner I watched a recorded vision of the
Beijing Civilian parade complete with a float for everything that China
is proud of and one for each of the thirty some odd provinces
complimented by the unending soundtrack of the national anthem. The
environmental achievement float had long been dismissed by the time that
the thousands of red latex balloons were released into the atmosphere.
I washed the dinner dishes in a red plastic bowl of warm soapy water and
couldn't help but feel that something had been wasted, perhaps my whole
day.
Plans erased, delayed, vanished like a dream upon awakening. Plans like
a ball of yarn unraveled on the floor. Plans transient, ephemeral like a
mist. Phantom plans, dazed plans, lost and forgotten plans.
I went for a walk in frustration. I walked around our school's nearly
deserted track. I walked for an hour.
Every lap around, in spite of my frustration, I witnessed the clouds
change hue in the setting of the sun on this wasted day. White like
cotton, now pink like lemonade, now orange like a flame streaking across
the sky, now blue gray like the tears of a whale, now hardened into the
color of slate... now only a shadow on the moon.
And so the sun set on October first.... this morning I awoke to the play
of light dancing merrily across the tips of the mountains and the cool
breeze sneaking through my window and wondered at this world where one
day is wasted and we are so freely and generously just given another,
and another, and another until He returns.
