After having spent several months during the last few winters in India I am here in the California Bay Area for this one. It is COLD!!!! Wool socks, thick cotton pants, turtle necks, fleece sweat shirt, jacket, raincoat….. and the heater is turned up.
I hear from friends in Amritapuri …. the heat …. I pause to remember and travel back in my mind and heart. In this moment, that I even wore those weightless paper thin whites and still felt unbearably hot seems so incomprehensible, unreal, illusionary. As I see these old familiar clothes dancing on the line I imagine them free from those little blue pins, flying away like the egrets that nest on the palm trees below.