December 17, 2014
One of my favorite views towards Ram Jhula from one of my favorite restaurants.. 60’s Beatles Restaurant
Today I cancelled my ticket for this years trip to India. It was something I knew I had to do for some time but kept putting it off. I am truly heartsick at the thought of not “coming home” to Ma Ganga for another full year, but at the same time, realize that this too is a blessing in disguise.
Although truly sad and disappointed at the moment, I’m sure this is a blessing in disguise and I remain grateful to God and joyful and accepting of all things! !
another favorite view at Ram Jhula
Just to clarify, I had scheduled long overdue cataract surgery for April, upon my return from India. But the condition has worsened to the point where I can barely see out of my right eye, and the left is getting worse by the day. So no choice. Must be taken care of.
I know that something wonderful is waiting for me and will simply continue to enjoy each and every day to the fullest, in full acceptance joy, gratitude, Faith and Freedom from Fear. Despite the momentary disappointment and sadness, Life is definitely beautiful and full of wonderful surprises!
much love light and JOY
September 21, 2014
This was originally a part of a longer post published years ago and came across it recently. So I’ve decided to share it once again.
Just a quick note: I’ve been watching in many places as roads and even houses are built and can’t help be amazed at the processes. Rocks are brought up from the river bed by donkey …dumped in one place near the closet existing road, and then sari dressed women, some with babies tied to their banks or toddlers following them, carry them on their heads and dump them closer to the actual work site
…and then they are hit with sledgehammers in such a way as to create one side which is completely flat. These are then place one next to the other with the flat side facing out to build retaining walls…or the foundation for a road – the spaces between them are then filled with cement and layer upon layer is built in this way. The cement is mixed by hand, with no seeming consistent way of doing it…water is added (and sometimes gravel – which is also made by hand by men, or women, sitting all day and pounding stones into gravel) until the cement “feels” right – like you might mix bread dough.
I’ve seen branches cut from trees and trimmed of bark with sickles being used with string as surveying instruments, and I’ve even seen a place where optic cables are being laid, but the labor is still done with pickaxes, shovels, hand ploughs etc., and the debris carried away in trays on the heads of sari dressed women.
Foundation Wall of New House-Note Rocks used as Raw Material
This is all part of what India is, and although I really haven’t written much this trip, I’ve been reading over some of my older journals, and realize that much of what I found worth writing about in the past, I simply take for granted now
….Nothing seems as strange as it once did, or even noteworthy…it is just the way things are here and accepted as normal.