I'm very blessed to be writing from a little nook of paradise here in lahore, blessed to have been received by my friend of many lifetimes, rajil, and brought to our private castle, the Deaconess House on the premises of st. Hilda's.
And I am blessed to still have 2 knee caps.
It was just when I was feeling immortal, amazed that no matter how close we got to passing cars and donkeys and motorcycles, and bicycles, and pedestrians and narrow street stores, that my legs cleared the space and I remained there on Rajil's motorcycle. It's always when you're thinking how amazing it is everything is perfect and this hasn't happend and this hasn't happened - stop thinking about what hasn't happened, that which you don't want to happen. In the glory dream of feeling immortal, having my ordinary fears and tensions stripped from me in the excitement of teh cool night air and the ride on the bike, my right knee was bashed into a white car. We weren't going fast at all, it wasn't that bad, just a lesson to me..stop thinking about falling and wow i haven't fallen yet, and think' beautiful weather, nice road, blue sky... everytime we weave through the traffic piles stopped at the lights, my knees squeeze tight to rajil and he laughs, and inevitably I laugh, and it's really amazing to be alive and experience every moment!
more about paradise here later...if time permits...otherwise I'm soon off to the hills for a couple of weeks.... love out to you all, send some comments so i know you're out there!!!
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