Wow. Thank you for sharing, my friend.
After eleven days in India, three days in Lisbon, and two days in London, I’ve been given the gift of an hour on a couch with nothing to do but write. I can’t begin to scratch the surface of what happened in India— the people I saw, the spiritual realities I encountered—but still I have to try. It feels as if I snapped a thousand polaroid pictures when I was there, and now begins the process of developing them. One at a time. Storing some closer than others. Leaving a few on the shelf to think about later. The process is daunting because I can’t undo what I saw or erase the experiences I had. I’m the one being developed, really, and there’s no way to stop it.
When I was going to sleep last night, all I wanted was to be at my apartment watching Friends and drinking cider…
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