I recently had a little fun will my new camera. It's nice to have a camera again. The last one I had was a 2.0 mega pixel that I'd purchased before coming to China in 2002. After arriving in Changchun, my Korean classmate dropped the camera on the ground and it broke. Cameras have come a long ways since then. Haven't we all.

Celebrating 8 years in China, I am thankful for a full life and a growing dream. I'm thankful for love, friendship, kindness and understanding. I'm thankful that I'm no longer afraid of my shadow and realize I am little more than dust that will one day blow in the wind like shavings of a tooth that fly from the dentist's drill.

The waters flow as a river and I a passer by. A sword once too heavy to lift, now strength from on high. My heart is full and spirit burns. The calm burning of old wood, around which sits people, happy and content. Meat, drink and veggies too, a helping hand and a soothing story. The days pass as ones small grow old, eternal chains of blood.