trying to become accustomed once again
to the most holy of places
mixed with garbageeverywhereincessanthonkingnoisebeggarspovertyfilth
khenpo telling me i need to be able, "to live at any level," to be able to seamlessly shift between comfort and poverty, west and east
the worry that the indian police would come throw us in jail for not having our PAP's...
and then k's illness. for really the first time in my life being confronted with sickness, and needles, and hospitals. i don't know how k does it...being a doctor
so while Asia was anything but easy this time around, easing back into our american lives has also been a shock to the system...
k back to his gruelling residency and me back to trying to keep us both afloat
and it is fall
coming home, i wasn't prepared for pumpkins and leaves all a'change. the snowflakes that fell this morning as lentil soup simmered, my hands kneaded dough.
i'm not yet ready for the dark...
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