The Mist Hangs Like a Soiled Dhoti
Bina yells,
Annie sister! Tea!
The Nepali god of winter
shudders. The sun is hiding
behind a hill. Feet, in anticipation
of grit, a sprinkling of rat shit,
the toe-staining, withered marigold
petals from last week’s mala,
recoil
from the concrete floor
and slide into plastic sandals
damp and cold,
expiation for the karmic debt
accumulated by women from the well fed west. I whimper,
groan, I want to go home. My right foot, ruled by the base chakra
kicks
at the recalcitrant sliding low set galvanized metal bolt
that holds the door shut,
kicks aside the bamboo-stuffed
rice sack that keeps rats out.
Bina
thinner than I, bobble-hatted,
perished with cold
sets down the tray
a chipped cup of hot tea,
a cold damp naked slice of stale white
wonderbread.
We shiver at each other.
Namaste.
the god within me honours the god within you
Namaste.
annewlindsay
annewlindsay 
Sounds a bit grim. Hope your soul benefited if your body didn’t. How does it feel to be home?
Hello Liz — ahhh. It was an extraordinary experience. I haven’t finished processing yet. Talk soon I hope. My body has decided to have a cold.
How rude of me! Didn’t reply to your post. Yes. My soul benefited. The experience with the charity was illuminating! I don’t enjoy conflict and the three months of dealing with them, when I finally realized that their communication with me was no more than an attempt to fob me off, was horribly upsetting. It’s a big corporate entity. I have to accept my influence is small. I’m off to Canada today Liz. Maybe see you?
Hi Anne,
Yes.. for sure we can meet up. I’m off to Mexico on Monday back on April 15th. . I’ll get in touch by email when I get back. Hope you have a good journey. and things go well when you get to Canada.
Liz x
On Fri, Mar 21, 2014 at 12:21 AM, annewlindsay
Get well soon,,,