A Little Hindu Hope, India, Day 8

We went to another temple tonight. The houseboat docked and we had a couple of options: to start drinking far too early, or to walk around a bit. We travelled the same village we had that morning, stopped and chatted with familiar faces, chased a couple of children down the road. A naked baby, eyes …

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India, Day I’ve Lost Track

There was a strike happening today. As a result, we had to leave our hotel room early...like 3:00 AM early. Varghese, our driver, is a trooper though, and drove our sleeping selves four hours through back country Kerala. My boyfriend was worried about the drive on so little sleep, but Varghese assured us we were …

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The Temple of Gloom, India Day 3

Tonight, I am in the 70’s room.  That’s what I am calling it.  Floor to ceiling windows, wick furniture, mood setting lights, bright art and matching rugs.  It’s an architectural/designer masterpiece.  Murti’s brought me coffee, and (at uncle’s request as I am home alone), a beer. I am reflecting on the temples.  Mostly because I …

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Namaskaram (India, Day 2)

I’m in India.  I guess I could just start there.  Sitting on the balcony patio of my boyfriend’s uncle’s porch, surrounded by lush palms, tropical flowers, and Queen of the Night blossoms, who’s nightly scent still lingers sweetly in the morning air.  Mooti has brought me coffee (getting used to servants is quite an unusual …

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Defiant Little Girls

Well you already know I’m the biggest procrastinator who forgets I even have a blog 98% of the time.  Anyway, I’m here to make the post I promised I would make three weeks ago. Moving on from my declaration of lameness…  There's this statue. Of a bull. On Wall Street. Everybody knows it. But, this …

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Thinking of You

The only thing I couldn’t leave New York without seeing was the World Trade Center Memorial.  It’s worth the trip, for that alone.  Never have I felt such heartache as I did in that moment.  The grief living in those gaping holes is profound.  It’s staggering.  It will bring you to your knees. It did …

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