Just on the other side of the French doors, past the artificial light from the bronze lamp with the burlap shade, beyond the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the warmth of a settled home dotted with breakfast-drowsy pets, lies my motivation for rising before the birds. A pair of estate sale wicker chairs with … More Before the Birds
Day 18 or maybe still 17, could be 19 Over nine hours from New Delhi to London. Half of it spent half sleeping. The other half spent rubbing elbows and thighs with my neighbors; a Sikh with a giant maroon turban and mustache to match on one side and a chubby non-specifically-identified-religion Indian man to … More Time is an Illusion
In India they are not doers yet they get things done. They don’t press, stress or freak out. As highly spiritual as they are, their feet are still firmly planted. This welcoming little space is in the village of Pratapura.