Welcome 2011
on Adventures in Nepal (Nepal), 06/Jan/2011 08:59, 34 days ago
My trip to India was wonderful and here I am, back in Hetauda. With some fresh perspectives on life.I was reunited with my sister in her home, got to see how she lives, to visit her ashram, to meet and spend time with the swami who is her (and so many others') teacher.We celebrated Christmas with our mother singing carols in a rickshaw on the streets of Kerala. Opening fresh, young coconuts and drinking the milk. Too full to eat all of the“meat” after eating chocolate and homemade cookies from home. Reading version after version of comic family poems based on “The Night Before Christmas” - an old tradition we have.There was also lots of dance... I had the opportunity to both teach a dance class to about 30 indian girls, and to also attend a dance performance by Kathakali (local, traditional) dancers.We spent time with the ocean, releasing flowers from the last evening’s puja (prayer), swimming, breathing in the sun.The day my mother arrived in India– something I had looked forward to for soooo long – I found out my grandmother on my father’s side had died. Life is like this. Happiness and sadness are so intertwined. One loss brings in something fresh and new and welcome.Luckily, I had told her many times how much I love her over the years, and especially before she died. And we'd had opportunities to have really good phone conversations at times when we both knew she wouldn't be living for much longer.Even so, it is hard to know that I will never see her again. I feel older, somehow, now that I no longer have any living grandparents. There is a special place that only a grandparent can hold.I am back in Nepal now after spending a week with my mother, taking her to my home and some of my favorite places here. We celebrated her birthday at a Hindu pilgrimage spot, the largest (and arguably more beautiful) Buddhist stupa in the world, and eating a traditional Nepali dinner with my friend and his family in his one room home that houses 4.The end of the evening was a bit rushed, as load shedding was imminent, and we were attentive to the dishes and homework that needed to be finished before the lights went out 45 minutes later. We were also grateful to get back to the comfort and heat of the hotel room.Our travel back to Kathmandu after visiting Hetauda was one of the more uncomfortable (physically) trips I’ve taken. But the view of the setting sun against the Himalayas was the most beautiful I’ve seen in the year I’ve been here. It’s not often that we get to see the full range of the Himalayas stretched out, as if in a circle surrounding us. They are so often hidden in the clouds or the smog of the city.Kathmandu greeted us with true chaos when we arrived by dark as everyone was celebrating the Gurung New Year December 30th...the first New Year of many here. The streets were chaotic and full, the traffic was challenging, and we were exhausted from travel. In my haste to get back to the hotel room and some peace I left a bag in the taxi that had my camera, jacket, favourite earrings, laptop *and* my back up pen drives of my information.I waited for a couple of hours to see if the taxi driver was kind enough to realize the magnitude of what I had lost. Not just financially, but more than anything, my creative and personal work: photos from my whole year in Nepal, work documents that I had compiled, communication kept with care.Intuitively I knew he wouldn’t come back, though. In one of the poorest countries of the world, a night that was already hectic and crazy and where he could whisk into the darkness so easily, he would be thinking of his family and loved ones, and not me. In some ways, I can’t blame him.I miss my photographs the most. Snapshots of memories, people, moments, and insight into how I have viewed my world over the past year here.So the new year has brought me a reminder that the nothing lasts forever. We have to take good care of what we have now. Our creations, and more importantly, our loved ones. Ourselves.I have a perfect new netbook. It is light and small. And has a battery life of 7 hours that keeps me working an entertained through the long hours of load shedding that are now getting higher and higher. Soon it will be 16 hours a day without electricity.I am back in my home, a sanctuary in this place that doesn’t quite feel like my true home yet. But also is familiar, and mine. And beautiful.I am ready for 2011.