Walking along my regular route I spot something in the corner of my eye, and lo and behold its a puppy. As soon as she was in my arms I knew her welfare was going to be my sole responsibility. Continue reading »
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5am
My alarm goes off but I snooze till six, then out the door I mount my bike and roll down the dirt path past the lake and the coconut field and the rice patties to the satsung hall.
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At an ashram in Bangalore is where I find myself finding myself. Looking back at how I got here from Kashmir is a series of scenes.
Waiting at an exit to 34 a lady pulls up to us and gives us a ride, she baught 3 waters for us and as were driving and telling her our story she tells us we can stay at her house that night and eat dinner with her. So we pull up to her house and go downstairs to the office where her husband works. He makes custom hot rods and his link is on MacsRatz in the link section. As soon as he looks up he says “Who are these hippies” Jillian said he would be rather blunt. Continue reading »
