home sweet om
India was the usual melting pot -- uh, crucible, that is.
I always walk into the ashram life in Penukonda thinking it's going to be smooth sailing and within 45 minutes of having that thought, endless opportunities for conflict and pettiness walk in the doorway ad infinitum.
great chances to practice what I preach! (ouch!) it's like being in a hall of mirrors that are completely distorted and unflattering, and seeing the worst of yourself, constantly, every which way you turn around. (reflected back to you from the people around you.)
so, big internal adventure, as it always is, as well as all the external travelling, heat, food shock and other cultural surprises.
and, yes, India is my soul home.
physically, though, it's nice to be re-inhabiting Frost Cottage.