My Morning Walk

I'm hoping this will be a part of my regular routine here. When I can I'm up and sitting out on our balcony by 530am, in time to be with the transition from night to day. By 8 or 830 I like to be out walking. So far it's been cool enough to warrant my heavier denim "shirt jacket", which I'll be removing on the way back down the hill. I might meet some monkeys along the way, or not. I always pass by the little temple along the road, where I stop, prostrate, sometimes leave a small money offering, and give thanks.

Then it's continuing up the road.........

to the one mile mark......

and back down......

Nancy's joined me once so far, but given what I know about her rhythms and routines, I expect this will be my solitary, somewhat vigorous morning meditation.

In dreamlike refuge

I wait for signs to anchor

Not quite here, nor there

We're both feeling not quite here yet, or altogether grounded. These walks, and establishing a loose routine of sorts will help.

Soon, maybe today(? Nancy's on her way there now) I'll visit the Tibetan Medicine clinic to get some herbs for my stomach.......sensitivities?, imbalances?, needs. 

There's a danger of trying to do too much too soon, which only makes the re-entry harder. 

Sim cards (which was a kind of mini nightmare), taxi rides hither and yon, visits with Ama and Aka, Bihari Lal and family, Ram and Rama. I find myself saying to Nancy every day.....Not today. It's too much. It can wait. We just got here.

Lost in bardo's grip

I long for guru's blessing.

Just ask, and receive

One breath at a time.