I am more than half way through my time here in India. I am missing my
friends and family. I am making new friends here in Yemmiganur at the school and
at the office of IndiVillage where I spend a lot of my before and after school
time. These people take such good care of me, but it is an effort to
communicate with them in a relaxed way because of the language differences. My
friend Oliver is my best support, and I have gradually become more independent
of his guidance and direction.
The visual stimulation I encounter just in walking around
town, and being in a large crowded school each day, is so pervasive and
dominant that I have little time for reflection and reading and writing. I am
taking so much in, and I am not processing it or sharing it, except some with
Oliver.
Writing in this blog has been very important for me to do
the kind of reflection and sharing that nurtures me. I appreciate all of you
who are following me here. I feel your love and support and appreciation for
what I am doing.
On Sunday I went to visit the nearby town of Adoni. Riaz, a friend from IndiVillage invited me to go to his Mosque and see some
17th century temple ruins in the mountains. Here are some pictures.
