Spotty Internet in the Hills
Know I have photos and stories, but it may be another week. Thinking of Home and seeking sweetness and nourishment to fuel myself for the continuing struggles.
Know I have photos and stories, but it may be another week. Thinking of Home and seeking sweetness and nourishment to fuel myself for the continuing struggles.
If I have done this correctly, it is Christmas day (Boxing day for those of you who are email subscribers). If all is on schedule, I am basking in warmth (though possibly with lots of rain) witnessing ritual that in form is another world than Christmas in the cold United States. At another level, it is all one–a deep and heartfelt yearning for and an offering of love. Whatever your beliefs, whatever you are doing on this day, and however you might practice or worship, if at all, I wish you all much love, peace, and joy.
It is always a temptation for me to stay home when it is cold and dark, to miss yoga class (when I am student, not teacher), to do my own practice and read and cook and play with the cat, rather than to be more engaged with all that is outside — friends, group yoga, and all the offerings of the city. I am always happier, though, for having gone out. Home is much more pleasing after an interlude with the outside. And if I dress right, it is even enjoyable to walk out in the cold, dark, rain, and say hello to all the dog walkers.
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Ganesha helping me wave goodbye to the patriarchy.
Artist: Deborah Oak Cooper, gift from ReyaMellicker.com