Where do I begin

Where do I begin? It’s been nearly a month since I’ve written and I have only one week left in India. So much has happened, do I begin with three days on the beach in Varkala, saying goodbye to my good friends and catching up with old friends. Do I tell you about the crazy day in a village nearby where I drove an ox cart to a jaggery factory (unrefined sugar)after which we went to a crazy bullock cart festival or do I tell you about the day in the Tibetan Settlement where I had to go into hiding from the police because I did not have a permit? Or should I tell you of my mixed emotions about leaving India.. The familiar feeling, I get everytime, shortly before I leave. Do you I tell you about my 5 week long virus? Or about dancing at the India club on Friday nights? I didn’t even mention making jewelry with Kumar or renting a scooter and driving in India for the first time. There is so much that has happened. Each day weaves into the next, yet seeming like a week in between. How does this land create this vortex of time and suck me in? I’ve visited with old friends, made new friends, laughed and cried, performed, practiced and recorded music, meditated, done lots of yoga, laid in the sun, read lots of books, been frustrated and overjoyed, danced under the full moon. I’ve had long conversations and eaten lots of good food. It’s amazing to be here. I love it so much. India is full on and full of (everything) all the joys in life are present here and all the suffering is right in front of us all the time. It is all of this and more. The clichés go on and my love for India never ends.