Except for January 7th. I do know what I am doing then. On that day. This is the day that I leave with two fellow acupuncturists for Chapagaon, Nepal, to treat patients in a small clinic in the Kathmandu valley. I have a scratch pad of notes for what life will look like a few weeks prior(packing, organizing...), as well as having a tentative story written, now only in it's skeletal outline stage, about the 3 months following (Treating patients,encountering beauties and tragedies of life in a third-world country, smiling as the sun comes up over the mountains). That three-month outline, however, will re-write itself as it occurs, filling in the spaces, providing bulk and substance, in a tone and voice created by: the story itself, and me. Together we will co-create the final draft.
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