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The truth is, I didn’t know my own “sign”.  I had no clue as to the zodiac element of my

               own “air element”.  I didn’t even know what a “sign” was.  I felt stupid and mis-placed,
               but also curious.  Both ancias and alegria.  Can these two things exist at once?


               *

               At the table among my fellows, another bottle of wine is opened, and I look out over the

               Pacific, twilight defining the color of water, the shape of it’s sound.

               What the rest of the fellows don’t know is that all week long the thoughts have re-surfaced

               – I shouldn’t be here…I shouldn’t be here.


               “You deserve to be here,” said Regina, “…we all deserve to be here.”  She had a nose-ring
               and tattoos, but came from an old-school Chicano-family from Los Angeles, and deemed
               herself the “wild” one in her familia, all her other siblings already long married and with

               children.  Regina’s words resonated.  More wine passed around.


               I traced my finger around the edge of my own glass, seltzer water made to look like clear

               liquor, the lime wedge hung on the glass thru the slice down it’s center.  I consider the
               wine.  But more so, I consider how many times up to this point I’ve resisted the generosity

               of the world.  How often have I rejected generosity, turning the gesture into something
               else, something it may not have been?  The smile of a stranger, thinking they’re laughing

               at me or planning something sinister?  A gift given, but oh no, I don’t deserve it, no thank

               you.


               Why  do  I  resist  the  generosity  of  the  world?    Why  do  I  resist  the  generosity  of  this
               California, here and now?  And what does it say about my own reverse-pride?



               I take a long drink from my glass while listening to the laughter and chatter of my fellow

               fellows.  Fred’s wide smile, Maysam’s enthusiastic eyes; Fullamusu leaning on Regina’s
               shoulder  as  though  they  are  sisters;  DeLon’s  shy  composure  and  Jasmin’s  fantastic

               calmness.  Who was I among all of them?  And who were we here, in this place, given this

               opportunity to learn and grown and connect and create?






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