I’m Back
It’s been two weeks now and I saying I’m back, even after 2 weeks, is an approximation of what I would normally have considered “being back”.
It feels like it’s time to draw some kind of conclusion, no matter how hazy and temporary. And what for? Maybe because all good stories have an ending! It feels impossible though.
I remember posting in December that I was going to use this trip as a gateway, because lots of endings were near - important relationships, one very close, my home, and, as I found later, my work too, were suddenly ending in their current form. It felt as though my trip to India was going to act like a sieve, filtering the old from the relevant at this point in my life voyage.
It was exactly like that.
But I’m not quite sure what the filter was made of, and what philter it contained… Do you use the word philter in English? It may be better known in French: philtre.
The sieve added so much. Or maybe, it’s my personal sieve that’s morphed, lets the universe in differently. Whatever it lets in, it feels ok, and it doesn’t need so many epithets all the time, like it used to.
Everything is still here, in some form or other, everything is the same - not at all rosey, it just looks so different. Adventure around every corner. Still walking around Arunachala daily, Laxman commented… “It sounds life is keeping you amused while you are seeing with new eyes; shivas eyes?”
Could well be…! I haven’t a clue. And that’s ok.