Please let me vent a bit about the weather. The monsoon is stubbornly holding on — it came late and fully intends to get its due. Every day there are intermittant showers. I don’t mind the rain…it sounds beautiful on the metal roof of the hotel. But the humidity has me at my wit’s end. Everything is damp. My books are all swelling, the sheets on my bed are clammy. I did my laundry on Saturday, and on Monday evening it was still wet.
Please, somebody remind me of this when I’m trapped in the dry heat of the south.
from the Tao:
Nature is not kind;
It treats all things impartially.
The Sage is not kind,
And treats all people impartially.
Nature is like a bellows,
Empty, yet never ceasing its supply.
The more it moves, the more it yields;
So the sage draws upon experience
And cannot be exhausted.
– Michael
These words coming from someone who survived the muggy VA summer… 🙂
Keep writing Geoffrey. It’s such a joy reading your colorful descriptions. It feels like being with you.
Geoffrey – Your descriptions of what you see and the people you meet are terrific. Clear, colorful, honest. My thoughts are with you on your adventure. – Ray D.