getting ahead of myself...

So, I realize as I look over these thoughts I've put forth so far, that they are bits of my life slightly absent from their context. That is to say, that they are scattered and ambiguous to ones who cannot see what I see and feel what I feel. Reading these sundry ramblings are, as you all know, rather like living life with me, so I suppose you aren't all that surprised. However, this is my attempt to (in the words of Piglet to Winnie the Pooh on a rather tumultuous Hefalump hunt) "begin at the beginning." Oh, the wisdom. So, the next things I will put down should tell you more about my daily-ness. Logistically and spiritually. Thanks for sticking with me. For your sakes, I will try to be more linear. Gypsies don't tend to think or live in a very straight line. I need your prayers tonight. I miss coffee in the mornings (and afternoon... and evening.) I miss the trees that are just starting to take on that ochre color that tells you that Autumn is just around the corner. Walk quickly and you may catch it unaware one day quite soon. I miss being known. From Kolkata, peace is flowing to you. Dekha Hobe. Love, love.