Namaste!
I had intentions to write often, passing you the in-depth details of my "adventures" in Nepal and India. But there hasn't been much that I would call adventure, and much more that I would simply call being. The past five months- or six I suppose- have been Intense, meaningful. It's also been a complete 180 from my life in New Orleans, which, in the past few days, I've started to miss increasingly. I dance with you in the streets of my heart, dear friends!
So about India: There are monkeys here, and flying squirrels, and scorpions. The monkeys get as big as the dogs, and the flying squirrels as big as the small monkeys. At Tushita, a meditation center where I'm spending time, the red-butt monkeys (more aggressive) will run down during your lunch and steal your bananas-or bread- or whatever is in your hand. The snow monkeys are more passive; they've come down from the mountains where its too cold, and they lounge around with beautiful black faces and tails and long white hair. When they encounter flying squirrels, they sort of sneer, and the poor squirrels will dive from pine trees high on the mountain, flying top speed down down down until them seemingly slam into another tree. But the survive. Awesome.
So I've also been blessed with a new camera; the first part of the trip was on polaroid-classic, but I'm movin' on up. So here's some pictures if I make it work:
