non sum dignus ut intres sub tectum meam,
sed tantum dic verbo et sanabitur blog meam.
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on not moving into the thatched hut
it sounds so good, too: to put it in a phrase, i was all set to rent the thatched hut on the organic banana farm belonging to a man whose name means bliss, “the only post-beat poet in india,” and his wife, the india-famous spanish oil painter guyatri gumez. and the place was beautiful, and peace was everywhere, and there were many reasons that it ought to have been the best thing for me. but i decided not to go. everything about the farm argued against my decision except the ant bites. in the end, it’s just that something feels very right about the place i’m staying. very wait-and-see. and one somehow learns to trust such inclinations, to see them as signposts on the road.
anyway, i’m going to be taking oil painting classes from guyatri, and helping ananda on the farm in the afternoons in exchange for use of the place in meditation. that’s the middle way. it feels good.
india feels good too. at least one of you who are reading this should travel here soon. this place changed my life in a week, and now i’m just kind of floating along enjoying it, so you don’t have to sign on for a long-term stay to reap the benefits. plus, with the conversion rate, you will be 40x richer than you are at home. i have spent very little money in two weeks, and i have been extremely profligate, giving to every beggar i have time for, buying fancy presents and all-new clothes, eating whenever and whatever i feel like. walking around with what turns out to be an $11 bill is like rolling deep with benjamins because no one has change and everyone looks at you. none of that matters in the long run, i’m just trying to convince you to come. India is a teacher, not a vacation. but like, the really cool teacher with great tits.
i have been drawing and, surprise surprise, writing a great deal. i have been meditating. i have been thinking a lot about how even though the biosphere would collapse if all the mosquitoes were killed one day, it would probably take a few months and those months would be so nice it would almost be worth it. i have been thinking a lot about a lot of beautiful people, whom i miss and love and can’t wait to see again.
