I'd like to fill this space with something meaningful and telling of how I am right now, but some things are better left unsaid. I am doing well, though.
I spoke to Nora the other day and how it made me smile! It's good to know I am missed as much as I am missing and when I come home there will be open arms for me and shoulders that I will want.
This is the most On My Own I've been in 20 years. At first it felt as if I was walking without a safety net, but I've learned I am my safety net. In no words can I describe all this and when I go back and someone asks me "How was India?" (as non-chalantly as if I'd gone to the mall) I will have to smile at them and say "It was India."
The rain has come three or four times in the past week. It's very unseasonable and out of the ordinary. Cold sheets of water crashing down on the buildings and no puddles to be found the next day because the earth is so dry.
My back is burned, my face shades darker, and with my shawl on last night, John said I am looking more and more like an Indian. I feel comfortable here. We refer to the ashram as Home - the workers are as close as family.