The three of us got up for the sunrise this morning...it's our last day at the beach. What a beauiful morning...this holy cow strolled by during her morning walk on the beach.
What do you see in the clouds??
The clouds made for interesting effects as the sun rose. When I commented that it looked like the heavens opened a door for a moment, with the Jesus clouds...Chandru said that churches using sunrise pictures was a form of propaganda. We laughed. Markus said, "You're so cynnical, Dude!"
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Indian Free Flow
I've been searching for words, eloquent enough, big enough, thin enough...words to start to describe India. Better writers have done it. There's plenty written...about the movement, colors, people, the air and smells. My attempt is a free flow written while watching India from backseat of at car, a pretty cushy place to be. For some, two woven walls and a thatch roof makes a home. Tarp tents with laundry on the line outside...vertical sticks to support the structure. So much dirt, pavement with holes and cracks. Women bent over sweeping, every day taking care of their small piece of earth with handmade brooms. Bathing in the river, water green and still. Hands scrubbing laundry, beating the cloth against rocks. The road a constant tide of people moving from one place to another...on foot with sandals or bare, bikes, motorcycles, auto rickshaws, buses...small spaces packed with people. A dozen school boys all together in a small rickshaw, backpacks tied up outside the doors. Dust covering everything as if it's all old. Garbage piled up, cows grazing grass and goats eating garbage. Dogs trotting around with puppies, darting across the street. More cows crossing four lanes of traffic. Fields of rice, flooded. Banana trees, men pushing bikes heavy with green bananas, women carry loads balanced upon their heads. Colorful roadside temples enclosed in barbed wire...deities decorated with fresh flowers. Ganesh, Shiva, sandalwood, cement. Little girls dressed up in yellow frills with jasmine tied up in braids. School boys in matching plaid, walking hand in hand through traffic. A few dozen motorcycles weaving through traffic with women wearing brilliant colors perched gracefully sideways on the back, both legs on one side, holding a duffel bag, or a baby, or a scarf over her face. Turquoise, yellow, florals, peacocks, sequins, silk...so much color. Piles of dirt, piles of rock...men chopping wood, women forming cow dung into perfect patties to stack for fuel. Men stand off the roadside, urinating in the ditch. An old woman, dressed in long green fabric holds a rope tied to a few cows. Life is constant here--horns honking, constant motion. People making a living, surviving, worshipping, talking, giving birth, getting lost, everything all at once. Impossible to digest. To witness it is an experience that takes on its own life. My eyes can only digest a small fraction of what happens every second out the car window. I blink and there's something new I've never seen before. Never even imagined. Making bricks, selling tires, butchering chickens, stacking eggs, serving tea...it all carries on and on and on. Always this way....
Madurai to Mamlllapuram drive
We drove for 8 hours on Wed. to reach the beach just south of Chennai. We're near an old site of man made caves/carvings called Mamallapuram. The roads here were full of the bustle of a normal day in India. These are a couple pictures of people waving to Markus with his camera. We'll visit the caves tomorrow (Friday) and also a crocodile sanctuary.
Holy cow at work. Decorated and pulling a cart...stunning eyes.
Holy cow at work. Decorated and pulling a cart...stunning eyes.
Golden Sun
We landed on a white sandy beach. Thanks to Chandru...he can be my tour guide any day!! This place is called Golden Sun, it's run by a non-profit that Chandru has invested in. The organization has a hospital/group home for kids with autism in the area. They manage a few different properties, and this happens to be one of them. We're on the Bay of Bengal, about 2 hours south of Chennai. Yesterday, two cows strolled by, taking a walk on the beach. We played in the waves and watched the sunset last night. The sunset/sunrise is interesting. They are 12 hours apart and don't change much. The sunrise is always due east, sunset west...so the sunset that we saw in Allepey on the other coast was special to that place.
Vivekananada Quotes
I've been reading a book I picked up at the Vivekananada memorial...wanted to share a few quotes.
* Duty is sweet only through love.
*To be good and do good-that is the whole of religion.
*Save yourself by yourself! There is none to help you--never was, to think that there is, is a sweet delusion.
*Each soul is potientially divine.
*Experience is the only teacher.
*Bear every misery without even knowing that you are miserable.
*Real education is that which enables one to stand on his own legs.
*The happiest moments we ever know are when we forget ourselves entirely.
* Duty is sweet only through love.
*To be good and do good-that is the whole of religion.
*Save yourself by yourself! There is none to help you--never was, to think that there is, is a sweet delusion.
*Each soul is potientially divine.
*Experience is the only teacher.
*Bear every misery without even knowing that you are miserable.
*Real education is that which enables one to stand on his own legs.
*The happiest moments we ever know are when we forget ourselves entirely.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunrise


This is the sunrise over the Bay of Bengal. I got up early (even set my alarm!) and walked out to watch it. A pack of 7 dogs ran by, chasing each other and playing. A couple people walked by. The half moon was still high in the sky. It was very quiet except for the waves and Indian flute music I was listening to on my MP3 player. I am so grateful for this opportunity, to be here in this place, to have this experience, grateful for the gift of life. I should wake up for more sunrises. Everyday, the world is made new by the rising sun.
Love to you all back home.
More Madurai
This is a musical statue...by tapping on one hand, you can hear a tone through the other hand. Supposedly, they aren't hollow, but it's the way they are constructed. It was really neat. The statue was blackened by people's hands over the years. I was thinking about how tactile this religion is...these deities are so old--in the U.S. you cannot even touch anything in a museum. Here, you can not only touch it, but smear rice flour and sandlewood paste and vermillion powder on it. They even coat some statues in Ghee (butter). This is the way it's been done for thousands of years.
The bustle of life outside the temple was colorful.
The bustle of life outside the temple was colorful.
Madurai
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Meenakshi Amman Temple, Madurai



The beautiful Gopurams (towers) are being painted for the Kumbhabishekam, a festival that happens every 12 years. The deities were covered with scaffolding and cocanut leaves. We'll have to catch that next time...I can only imagine how spectacular that site is...7 towers full of vividly colorful figures (over 2,000 of them)...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Vivekanda's Meditation Rock



Sunday, February 15, 2009
Kanyakumari Pictures



The parrot picked a card that basically said, ahead of me lies a year full of chance. I should take chances in the next year because I have a golden opportunity. Travel will bring me Joy. (It said that!) Funny bird.

Trivandrum
Allepey Sunset Beach




Allepey Backwaters

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