random thoughts...India

It's so very cool to me that we get to see if somebody from another country is reading our blogs. And I've got somebody in India that checks out my writings...hello to you! I sit and imagine what your life is like and how different it may be compared to mine. I would love to go there and see your beautiful country someday. Heck, I often think about how I would love to give away all my belongings and move there for good to live a life of quiet meditation. But I don't think that would go over very well with Paul being my husband and all. Has anyone seen that new Julia Roberts movie, I think it's called Eat Pray Love? She went soul searching in a few foreign countries, it was a sweet movie about her spiritual evolution. But what really captured my attention was this place (hotel?) in India where they offer her a room and food in trade for her performing some simple duties like hand scrubbing a floor. I was thinking, oh yeah baby that sounds like the perfect place for me! I've always loved all the cleaning jobs I've had in the past and I've maintained that nothing cleans a floor as good as doing it by hand. So this makes India the first foreign country I'd wish to visit. And I'd love to go see the home of His Holiness the Dalai Lama. What a treat that would be for me! Every time I'm meditating I imagine myself being right there, joining in with His Holiness and others, all of us sitting and chanting together. Now that's what I would call a fun time! Another reason for me to go is because I've seen documentaries about the Tibetan people fleeing to India and how the place they stay has no filtered water for them to drink. So I told Paul that if/when we can go there I hope to bring them at least some of those Brita water filtration pitchers, it's not a permanent solution but it could help anyway. This is my plan, since I really won't have anything to bring with me except the clothes on my back, I can stuff as many pitchers as I can into my carry ons and into two boxes (first two are usually free) to be as my check ons for the plane. If I was wealthy I would do more for them. It seems to me that mega rich people stay mega rich because they like having money. I would love to have tons of money because I'd love to help the needy not because I'd love to have tons of money, ya know? Call me crazy.