Asya waving, Sasha building fire
One of my favorite things to do in Starobilsk is bicycle to the river with Sasha and Asya. Sasha leads the way, taking us on a different path each time. We settle at different spots along the Aydar, breath in the fresh air, admire the water, the falls, the bridges, the tree-lined river banks. Some people swim, 
some fish, and some of us sit quietly and meditate. It's beautiful and serene. Like the Aucilla River in northern Florida, where my brother was hiking when he died. I can see why Loren loved the rivers and the land, loved to hike.
some fish, and some of us sit quietly and meditate. It's beautiful and serene. Like the Aucilla River in northern Florida, where my brother was hiking when he died. I can see why Loren loved the rivers and the land, loved to hike.I can also see why Victoria NGO organized a meeting to protest the government's intention, in league with a big oil company, to build a gas station on the river. It's like those of us in Florida, my brother chief among them, who have long opposed oil drilling in the Gulf of Mexico and predicted dire consequences, which are now coming true as we fearfully watch the path of a huge oil spill. Sticky black tar killing birds and fish and our beautiful beaches.
On one outing Sasha decided we would have tea. That meant gathering wood to start a fire and making a stand to hold the kettle to boil water. Sasha was remarkably efficient, had all the tools he needed, made a good fire and erected a wonderful kettle holder over it. Asya added ginger and, voila, we had tea in the warm glow of the setting sun, with Loren’s spirit over the land. Asya believes our bodies are merely vessels for our souls, which live on forever.
The river sparkled, so clear it was a mirror to the trees along its banks. The falls, small but melodious, entertained us. We basked in the golden rays of the day, united in the pleasure of the moment. I held Loren in my heart and prayed his soul was with us.
On one outing Sasha decided we would have tea. That meant gathering wood to start a fire and making a stand to hold the kettle to boil water. Sasha was remarkably efficient, had all the tools he needed, made a good fire and erected a wonderful kettle holder over it. Asya added ginger and, voila, we had tea in the warm glow of the setting sun, with Loren’s spirit over the land. Asya believes our bodies are merely vessels for our souls, which live on forever.
The river sparkled, so clear it was a mirror to the trees along its banks. The falls, small but melodious, entertained us. We basked in the golden rays of the day, united in the pleasure of the moment. I held Loren in my heart and prayed his soul was with us.
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