boxing with God

A walk down the mountain, 15 minutes into it, the muscle under the left knee cap screams for life.  I can barely bend the leg, but moving moving we want to do so I try a variety  of ways to walk down and by the time I reach the road stone village the pain is practically gone.  Sitting at a café high above Phewa Tal I order a mixed fruit lassi.  I am happy I now like a lassi.  For the longest time I feared the drink. 

Along the walk down there was an old woman in red and a walking stick, ahead of her three cows.  Pulling up lame she points to her ankle, wrapped in bandanas.  She would like some assistance of the financial kind.  So, what would you do?

Suraksha and her noir chocolate.   Making a visit at 7:30 for a fix, it’s almost gone.  Today I buy a jar of Cadbury’s Hot Chocolate which means we're getting mother involved in the question of chocolate. 

I left the guesthouse surrounded by fog and I must have walked right through it because it was pretty much gone by the half way mark. 

Shake your fist at God Day

21^st December

2012

(in love of course)

God lets it happen.  God wants us to suffer.  Mother Theresa, Job,  they’d like a word with you.  And God’ll let you and the rest of us continue to experience through no fault of our own, suffering that God permits and will continue to allow if we don’t tell God to knock it off.  Enough is enough.