My laptop shocks me when it’s plugged into 240 volt power, which is what is used here. There is a thin metal strip that runs across the front, just where my wrists rest. It zings me constantly when I’m plugged in, but not when I’m on battery.
I have ankle bells on.
Mosquitoes in Tiruvanamalai are voracious. I’m using my spray for the first time and I’m back on the malaria prevention meds.
Words are spelled multiple ways in my blog because they are spelled multiple ways in India.
After I asked for comments to my blog posts to know you are out there, I realized that you’re not out there. *giggle* You’re in here. You’re all internal; you exist in my consciousness. It’s all an illusion; there is no out there, not really. It’s fun to play in the illusion, though. You are out there because I put you out there to experience myself in relation to you. You may think you exist externally to me, but I bet that the you that you experience is vastly different than the you I experience.
My voice resonates beautifully in this concrete room, or cell I think they call it. Did you know residents of ashrams are called inmates? At least in some they are.
The weather actually changes here. It was hot today again, but much nicer because it was overcast most of the day. The sky reminded me of Seattle. I could tolerate the grayness much better if it were warmer in Seattle. I wonder if global warming will make Seattle more pleasant for me and those like me that don’t tolerate the chill so well?
I feel like I’m intoxicated all day here. I wonder if that becomes problematic over a long period of time. It’s kind of nice right now.
Monkeys and peacocks coexist with the people here at Sri Ramanasramam and to a lesser extent at the ashram I’m staying in. I had to walk by two on the sidewalk leaving my room this morning. It’s unsettling to me. I took video of some rambunctious monkey behavour at Sri Ramanasramam yesterday. People looked totally undisturbed by it. The peacocks are beautiful and sound like the most vocal Siamese cat ever.
People walk around drinking coconut milk through a straw in the coconut. I wonder what they do with it when they are done? Seems a shame if they waste all that luscious coconut meat by just tossing it. This is on my list of things to find out.
With a couple of exceptions, people here are very closed to me, so far. I’m not sure why that is.
I’m posting this before my walk around the mountain tonight. I intend to go barefoot, but I’m not attached to it. I read today millions do it on a full moon night. As the crowds thickened today, I believe it.
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