Before I left on my trip, everyone told me that I need at least a month in India to really sink into the dance which India is. I couldn't agree more. Every place that I've traveled to has had it's own rhythm and way about it. For awhile my trip felt like I was being lead in a dance with India, and the movements went from ackward to fluid only to become ackward again. But as my enviroment continues to change, so does the dance, and I've finally found one I can relax into for a few days. I've finally made it to the beach, and I couldn't be happier to play a cosmic beach bum. I bought the tackiest bikini I could find, and layed myself out before India and God. I'm now in Varkala, 4 hours South of Kochi on the Arabian Sea. I've finally had the realization of being alone, which after a month of traveling solo may seem like a funny thing come to now. But I've always had a course attend, or a temple to visit, a spice market smell, or something to do. This is the first time it's just been me, the beach, and God in the form of the sun. This is the time that I crave when I've been responsible for too long. Time to just write in my journal. Time to heal myself with pinnapple and carrot juice. Time to listen for the answers that just keep coming. And somehow this feeling that's here now is framiliar. Aloneness without the nessicity to respond to anyone elses needs but mine. I must go get some more pinneapple carrot juice, later.
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