Another haitus. This time brought about by that plagues most of us. Wanderlust. Or as Steinbeck would’ve put it, “…an urge to get away from Here.” And Here is everywhere that is everyday. This is the time. A time for unpredictability and the unexplored. A time for no agendas and aimless wandering with some purpose. Coursing through peoples and cultures of mine land. wandering and wondering at the bold richness that makes this place what is is. Everyday brings something or someone new. And isn't that something to look forward to?
So unless I do a Dharmapada for no reason, or the Juggernaut’s wheels take me, or both of which seem unlikely, regular thought processes, venom spewing, online dumping and such like should resume week after next, Tribhuvaneshwara willing.
Matthe siguva. Ati sheegradalli….
So unless I do a Dharmapada for no reason, or the Juggernaut’s wheels take me, or both of which seem unlikely, regular thought processes, venom spewing, online dumping and such like should resume week after next, Tribhuvaneshwara willing.
Matthe siguva. Ati sheegradalli….
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