Hey Shawn, I’m just in the middle of doing something I’ve been wanting to do for years, which is write to a whole bunch of people who were young swinging twenty-something spiritual seekers back in ’99 when I was – and you – and see if I can find out what they think of that time and what they did with it next. You know me, I’m totally stuck in that era – my book; my head; my dreams – and I guess I’ve never really moved on. Oh well, perhaps one day will: in the meantime, at least I’m happy. :-)
Anyways, even though I know where your life went and how you feel about everything, thanks to our long emails over the years which I’ve mostly tried to keep, I thought it’d be only right of me to keep you in the loop, and write the thing I’m writing now, and also include the first message I wrote – which was long and mad and crazy – to a yoga teacher I knew in Charlottesville back in the day but I haven’t had any contact with for years. It’s probably stuff we’ve covered plenty between the two of us anyways but I figured you might be interested if you ever come across a seven and a half thousand word-shaped hole in your full and lovely life. ;-)
Otherwise, all great here and I thank you once again for everything.
The dreams of breaking into America
Lots of love,
Rory
PS Here’s that mad original ‘letter’
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