Let's see if I can write one paragraph without reaching for a cigarette. It is interesting that whenever I write, I also reach for the cigarette more often than when I am not writing. I have so much to deal with, to handle, to accept, not to accept, to throw away, to recognize, to keep on going.
To write? She asked perplexed. "It must be" came the answer and so it is.
Now that she made sure she was not committing a big crime by writing, as an introduction, she wondered if she had anything else to write about on this blog which has some wondering where she is.
I can start from there.
There being here, in a new state and of mind. Where am I? In the 70s, we heard the saying "remember, wherever you go, there you are?"
So what does it matter?
Arpie jan, your performance in Providence was a smash! For those readers who don't yet know, Arpie provided the closing segment of a cultural program organized in conjunction with the "Armenian Genocide 95 Years" massive art exhibition curated by Berge Zobian at the University of Rhode Island. Arpie's songs evoked our memory of our past, our self-awareness for who we are and the gifts we possess, and ultimately, our celebration of our ancient and persisting culture. Bravo! Arpie sang her first number (which she composed) in Dikranagerd dialect. Many Dikranagerdsi ladies came up to Arpie after her performance to introduce themselves and speak to Arpie in parpar (something we all miss). Arpie jan, maybe you can fulfill our need to hear the Mother Dialect by initiating a recorded phone service called "Dial a Dik" (well, that may be too suggestive a name) in which each month you recite tales and some good old down home insights and witticisms that you record and share with those who call your service? After Arpie's performance, one woman saddled up beside me and said "you can just feel Arpie's love and hay hoki, can't you?" That pretty much sums it up. Love from your adoring fan.
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