Relax

Schools out and I have all the time in the world. Still, I find it hard to fully relax and let the creative juices flow-- especially when it comes to writing. Half of me thinks I want to be left alone. I want to hide away in some ashram or a hill top and just do my own thing without anyone telling me what to do with my time. The other half suspects that I need to be more immersed in the world. During the last week of May we had three sets of friends (Mike's friends really, but I make a good third/fourth wheel) come over. Then last week, we went over to Long Island to hang with Mike's family and best friend. My brain felt alive (and at times frizzled) with all the interaction, and as rich as I felt with human contact, I couldn't find a moment to sit down and pen my thoughts. 

On the India front, my hopes of going home this break melted away as I approached the end of the semester (the pain of this was temporarily blocked by a silly argument I had with Amma). Instead, we will be off exploring West Coast for a month. I know my brain is going to be hyper-stimulated, which I am all for, I just hope I find the time to process (write, paint) it as well. If I don't process, I don't savour.