“Rain ko, Hindi me, kya khati hain?” He looks at me, awaiting an answer. But I only caught the inflection at the end of the sentence that hinted of a question. Shoot. He’s asked me…
Browsing Category prose
killer whales surfacing from the subconcious
That was the caption of my dream two nights ago. Yesterday, encouraged by my partner, some of the bigger ideas of my subconscious, like in my dream, began to surface. I don’t know, yet, what…
an orange american dot in a sky of tibetan clouds
How can almost a year have flown while my words still stumble? It’s a messy thing. Catching the processing of experiences down to something real, that happened, while at the same catching experience up to…
Pilgrimage of Poem & Music: Day 3, in the ring of the wind
A shortage of ponies keeps us, with bags packed and stacked at the doorway, hesitantly stationed in the tiny trail-head town of Jomsom. Today, Sangeetha and I follow our whim through the the alleys and…
re-defining home
(The following question was posed to me by the editor of TravelBlogs.com) What does home mean to you after traveling for so long? When I first left the country, I was an angry girl; ashamed…
pilgrimage of poem & music; day 1 in the Dolpa: dilation
We wake and jostle our belongings together in haste; today, as we have long planned, we will begin our journey into the Dolpa. Sacks stuffed, teeth brushed, packs on back, we descend the steep incline…
fine with my simple life
Often a cup a coffee, less likely one of wine, but even better than Joe, a little Kerouac, Eggers or Robins churns my mind with caffeinated flow. It is the first time I have opened…
dealing with loneliness on the road…
Eric, the editor of TravelBlogs.com recently posed the following prompt to a group of travel bloggers. If you’re interested, you can find the other answers in his article on, “Dealing with Loneliness on the Road.”…
song of praise
(I just returned from attending a full-weekend wedding. This morning, I dive back back into my archives, but thought I’d post my reading in the ceremony, as Love is, after all, the most foreign, enticing,…
ripe for the tilling; thank you merc
Yes! Solbeam.com just went through a dishwasher of a reorganization and I’ve now got 543 posts in which to fix broken links and sort into the appropriate shelves and drawers. More importantly, I should be…