Two weeks of spiritual, artistic, scenic, meditative inspiration and healing.  I feel more-than-blessed.

I laughed. I cried. Humbled. Empowered. I felt. So MUCH on my pilgrimage hike to Tiger's Nest

I laughed. I cried. Humbled. Empowered. I felt. So MUCH on my pilgrimage hike to Tiger’s Nest

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What a happy lot of giggling good energy - the staff at Risum Resort.

What a happy lot of giggling good energy – the staff at Risum Resort.

While I have zillions to share and stories abound – my internet time is limited.  Although internet is more accessible than one would think in this remote Himalyas valley, I am most often without the internet (which quite frankly is totally ok with me).  Contradictions abound and astound – but rather than being frustrated, I am amused.  For instance, plumbing in my room at this quaint resort freezes each night yet the beautiful staff girls who dote on guests who sing to themselvehave their own cell phones.

Today I completed the design for my carving.  Phew!  I say “Phew!” for several reasons.  I am rather out-of-shape creatively since life events and PTSD from the dog pack attack last year have kept me from creating.  Then too – EVERYTHING here is different.  Even simple things which I take for granted back home (like paper) are cause for a convoluted treasure hunt.  Don’t get me started on tools….!  Well just to give you an idea –  back in Montana I pulled the aluminum framing square out of my suitcase at the last minute when Raymond insisted that certainly framing squares exist in Bhutan but it turns out “not so much” (the standard Bhutanese answer for many inquiries).  But I love it. 

I am slurping up the vivid culture like a hungry child.  Total immersion (another reason why blog-time hasn’t happened much).  But I do manage Instagram and Facebook posts nearly daily so please follow me there.  Even if you don’t participate much in either Social Media worlds, everything I post is public so you can follow and look freely.  The Bhutanese people are not slaves to time – “maybe after sometime” is also standard response – to everything.  

I like it.  Meanwhile, I will write another blog post sometime.  Maybe.  After.  Some.  Time.