Home, after a fairly gruelling pilgrimage.
As I went about from place to place, I longed to blog - but there wasn't time, I didn't have a convenient gadget, and it wouldn't have done justice to the moment I was in, if I was trying all the time to record the previous. So I have tried to cram it all into my memory, and unravel it at leisure.
For now, though, it's a sweet kind of pleasure to be reunited with my unmoving bed, my razai and my yoga mat.
The Navaratris begin today - I have a home to spruce up, three bags of unpacking to do and some muscles to loosen.
As I went about from place to place, I longed to blog - but there wasn't time, I didn't have a convenient gadget, and it wouldn't have done justice to the moment I was in, if I was trying all the time to record the previous. So I have tried to cram it all into my memory, and unravel it at leisure.
For now, though, it's a sweet kind of pleasure to be reunited with my unmoving bed, my razai and my yoga mat.
The Navaratris begin today - I have a home to spruce up, three bags of unpacking to do and some muscles to loosen.
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