The external beauties and (as often as not) challenges are easy to write about, but the inner work is not. Still, I am rising at 5:30 for yoga, each day feeling stronger, more limber, and somehow "cleaner"; I am sitting when I can in meditation — really delighting in being close to the ground, and considering removing some upright furniture from a couple of my rooms; and I am reading and writing along this well-lit path we have taken.

It is truly well-lit, with friendships made (some to continue I am sure) and acquaintance with a few spiritual guiding lights which are grander or broader than those I have been able to see from my cramped life in the States. An open window offers a breeze; an open door offers road to something new; an open sky, access to something far greater than anything we have done or will ever do.

Good to be away, for awhile. And soon, it will be good to be heading home, to incorporate (most literally: "bring into the body") those gifts we have received in this remarkable, exasperating, dusty, elegant nation.

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