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Dear Sue

My mom wrote:
" (the letter below was written to a friend: Sue Hermann, from the Rochester Zen Center. She had two children I think, that you played with some. I think she may also have lived on Upton Park. She came to Pomfret for our wedding. This must have been written a month or two later, maybe Feb or March? Dearest Sue,

Probably you have experienced at least as many ups and downs in the last week as I have. Egocentricity flares up and I am in deep misery, stiff, anxious, overbearing – on and on – then the air clears and our selves are there shining in simplicity – just as ugly and all as before but not tense. I don’t know if I will make sense in this letter. I hope so. But its 5 am and I am by the heat and feeling drowsy.

Everything is so perfect, Sue. Steve is my mate in all ways. I feel he is leading me and teaching me so many new ways – all of which are me but are things I had hesitated doing before.

When we left after the ceremony we just took off down the road “going to Stoughton” forgetting that wishes don’t get you there and you have to at least head in that general direction. After half an hour we realized we weren’t headed towards Stoughton at all. We finally got 20 miles or so away and dear old Nick, the van, died. It was so cold. No heat in the van and we were still not functioning right. Steve had seen a call for help box ¼ mile away. We walked to it and Steve pushed the button for service. But it was dark and he also pushed the cancel button. We went back to the van, ate a frozen banana and climbed in his mummy bag (6 inches at the bottom). I thought – if Sue could see us now. We waited and waited thinking any minute to see flashing lights. A few hours went by – nothing. So we finally pushed “police.” A guy came and called us a tow truck and drove us for water at 110 miles/hour. Then back in the bag to wait on the tow truck. He towed us to Stoughton for only $15.00 for a wedding present. At 5:30 AM we stumbled into the house, supposed empty, only to find it full of people. Ho hum. We found an empty bed and conked out. The next day we spent getting the van fixed. Then we fell asleep at 5 that night and slept 16 hours. The next day we drove into Boston, or rather almost drove. Nick broke down again and we hitch hiked in, ate at Hippocrates and found 2 new friends, one of whom had rebuilt 3 engines just like ours! They took us out to Nick (We had left him on the highway) and in an hour had him all going and sent us off with laughter and apple cider.

We had a wonderful time. Everyday that goes by I feel happier and more blessed. The plants, by the way, have transformed the entire house. We got the master tape of the wedding and listened to it last night. It was really so beautiful. So much deep and relaxed laughter.

Oh also both kids have had high fevers and puking all week. It has been taxing – these past few months.

My memories of the wedding are so peaceful and happy. And it was really important that you were here. I’m so sleepy now. I’d better go iron or something or I’ll end up back in bed. Hope things are going well for you and Craig. Let me know. . . Keep in touch.

Snore. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Om, Bhavani"

( Last edited by Rivers at 2020-09-19 15:12 PM utc )