There’s so much to fall in love with here. Look at all of the color and texture in just this one shot. The place is amazing.

Our first day in India was a somewhat challenging existence. We were driven around New Delhi and Delhi to see the sights a bit , do a bit of shopping, and pass time between flights. My eyes took in the light an sights with some resistance. After 23+ hours in the air, over a span of 1+ days, we had not yet arrived at our final destination. Our next flight was 8+ hours after landing in India.

By the time we did arrive in Dharamsala, I was wiped out. Our residence for the next week was an hour away by swiftly moving, horn honking car. Speeding through the winding hillside on a 1 land road forced into a 2 car roadway was intense to say the least. Thank God and Dr. Lee for my scopolamine patch.

We got situated a bit before heading out into town for dinner. I was a bit uneasy about proceeding as I didn’t have a rupee to my name. Thankfully, folks were agreeable to cover the cost for those of us who had yet to exchange our american dollars. We enjoyed hot chai tea and delicious soup before heading back by way of dim flashlight, dim headlamps, and the moon. Fortunately, there wasn’t a lot of cars, motorcycles, or cows on the road with us. It’s a whole new world and I’ve yet to adapt.

My friends have been throwing not-so-subtle hints that this blog has been growing cobwebs. All I can say in response is “I know; I KNOW!”

You probably surmised, YaYa is back, school has started, and my sweet, sweet summertime pace has pulled into to a Tasmanian devil like spiral. I’m dizzy and drained of all energy from morning to night. Unfortunately, football practices and homework (which is still relatively light) has kept me from winding down at a reasonable hour. I hit my pillow exhausted but so tightly wound that I cannot let go of my day for extended periods of time yet too tired to comprehend any of the required reading for my upcoming teacher training.

Of course, waking up in the dark of morning has never agreed with me. This morning, I hung my head over the side of the bed and slurped sips from a overfilled coffee mug. I’m not complaining, coffee in bed is one of the perks of theMan spending the night at my house. I’m sure he felt that I could use the extra large dose of caffeine. But I fell asleep between slurps and, by the time I looked at the clock, time had gotten away from me. It was already 7 am! Push-back has been set for 7:30 sharp.

*Sigh* I miss having the time and space for morning yoga, meditation, and/or blogging. And I’m afraid, the only way I’m going to get it back is if I find a way to drag my weary ol’ butt out of bed at o’ dark thirty. Even then, I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to write. Please be patient.

Lately, with TWO dogs in the house coupled with all the end of school year “stuff”, I feel a lot like sweet Ronin… a down-right-tired dog.