At the moment, apart from my mornings filled with yoga and meditation, I am enjoying swathes of space to think, write and doodle. I'm going to be working full time when I get to Nepal so this is MY time! A creative bath. I soak in it for as long as I can. It's quite hot and sunny and going outside soon shows me who is boss (the sun of course) so afternoons are nice and cool in my little rooms. I don't even need the fan on much in there, not yet. So I stretch and lounge like a spoiled pet.
I take my camera on a visit to the kitchen because something smells so good in there. I love Pushpa's kitchen. the reflections in the marble, the fresh vegetables and the soup bubbling away on the stove.
The stove is a two burner calor gas affair on which Pushpa is able to produce vegetarian banquets unlimited and deluxe. The pans to cook with are like little vessels with no handles, there is a multi purpose gripping handle that works with every pot. Quite a neat system I think as it's less washing up and takes up less room. Also less places for grime to hide.
If I keep the bamboo blind up on my balcony the sun pours in and my ever vigilant Pushpa spies an opportunity to dry out her dahl which is easier to churn into powder for the magic that she does.
We take it in turns to follow the sun with the spread paper until it leaves the room.
This would make a great stop motion animation.
Here you can see the shadow of the rope that holds my blind up.
I like looking at it, it reminds me of sailing with my dad.
So these lazy loops are not just what my days are made of, the washing is a 'must do' job. A fragrant heap of yoga wear soon accumulates and a bucket is my washing machine. After navigating the pipe work map that lives in my bathroom I am able to drill into hot water after 11am as the solar panels have been doing their wonderful little job of providing us with free hot water.
And in I go with my Jasmine and Rose washing powder. I love doing my bucket wash, it's just fine. I'm doing stuff by hand and that counts for a lot. I love rinsing and rinsing and the thunderous rattle of water hitting an empty bucket is one of the Official Sounds Of India.
And the joy I know you will share of hanging washing out on a blow dry hot roof with coconut trees keeping my clothes company. As Chocolate Girl rather cleverly puts it
"a lovely bit of billowage"
"a lovely bit of billowage"
It dries in a couple of hours and smells quite a lot like sunshine.
This is of course easy for some of us to take for granted.
The UK is crippled with grey sky for ever at this time of year.
I say thank you thank you thank you. And then scoot back down to my rooms.
And while I am roving this afternoon with my camera I thought I would give you a brief glimpse of my new year's resolution fruit which is to teach myself to embroider. Please don't laugh. I am enjoying it thoroughly. I don't have a manual, I had one from a charity shop at home but left it in a packing disaster zone. I bought one here
"Learn Yourself 121 stitches with Pictorial Guide"
You couldn't make it up.
but I am having trouble putting faith in a book that calls a needle a neddle.
And I can't understand the diagrams!
So, here's me.
stitching a story
and only slightly more successful are my crochet squares which are keeping time with me
and being rather meditative and good company in their own right.
I think I might need a yellow wool to sing out the sunshine song.
This is going to be a blanket made of very happy memories.
I'm not allowed to throw these cut ends away. Apparently they will be useful.
I can't imagine what for but then again, I'm always after a little thing to knot or tie.
Love from me who appreciates all of you who drop by and share my blessed life.
I wish you could all pop round for chai and a spicy curried biscuit.
Then you could hold my wool while I ball.