Before the voyage of the the bloody, snake chariot began, the I Ching told me I would again become a traveler. I got hexagram 56, Lu, The Wanderer.
According to the Wilhelm/Baynes translation "When a man is a wanderer and a stranger, he should not be gruff or overbearing...he should not give himself airs...If he is obliging, he wins success...A wanderer has no fixed abode, his home is the road. Therefore he must take care to remain upright and steadfast, so that he sojourns only in the proper places, associating only with good people. Then he has good fortune and can go his way unmolested.
No doubt, it is sage counsel.
And even now as I write this in what might be observed to be dire circumstances, (I have about 100 Lampiras (about 5 dollars Americano) and already owe about 50 dollars Americano for lodging and food), I still maintain that I am sojourning in the right places, with the right people.
In the end Denize doesn't have a clue about the good news, what I'm saying, what I'm doing. But she always surprises me by knowing the right place to go to rid me of the worms, knowing the right place to go to retreat from the rising tide of Semanya Santa darkness.
Ironically she is not directed or the wiser from this knowing which transcends understanding.
In my way I love my sister Denize. I just kissed her good-bye as she got in a taxi at Tornabe, the bigger pueblo up the coast from Tornabe, to go to Tele, to get on the bus to head into the darkness.
It could be said that my circumstances are dire. But what I see is that I am in the right place, with the right people, in the right circumstances, this Semanya Santa.