This is the nearest approximation I could find to
my Chinese ghost (aka the Priestess.) If only the cheomsang were red instead of
yellow. Maybe it’s only teachers of Jeffreys who warrant the wearing of
red.
I have no hesitation in saying that my Chinese
ghost was the greatest of my teachers. It’s odd how a person can come along and
blow you off course, only to set you down in the sweetly scented swaddling
bands of sublime security, isn’t it? Yes, it is.
And now I’ve got that off my chest, I can settle
into the rest of the late night scotch. Tomorrow could be tricky.
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