Bonowana

‘How do you do it?’ I ask, because I want to learn how he is able to pack up the sadness so simply and cleanly, the way I imagine his ancestors packed their whole lives into the covered wagon each morning on their long journey from the cold hard granite East to the warm loam of Wisconsin.

I brace myself for a long, complicated explanation, littered with references to obscure books on the spiritual practices of the Hopi tribe and the benefits of fasting and early morning ice baths.

"I imagine my problems are soapy bubbles floating on a summer breeze, and I just sit and wait until they’ve all popped"

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