are we lucky?

10.3.2012

A 4:38am wake up, a look at Lamjung, clear, it’s slow but I’m up at the top within an hour and about 30 tourists had the same idea.  We weren’t disappointed, the Chinese were a few seconds slow but when the day’s sun revealed a pinprick of red, they got all excited and cameras turned east.  “Are we lucky?” asked a young Chinese man who had been here four years ago.  It’s not luck if you have to wait for it.  

 

 

 Maya kept the tile men here until 11pm last night, the kitchen is mostly done, now it’s cutting pieces for perimeters and other odd shapes.  The saw blazes away again this morning.  She has suggested going to Pokhara to choose a border and if she wants me to go with here it wasn’t confirmed.  I’d go if had to but do I have to?  Well, you did pay for it why not finish what you started?  Shanti Shanti.

1:38pm.  I took ten seeds now.  I thought I had convinced myself I’d take none today but pacing and thinking and not leaving the room made me take them.  Why not leave the room?  When the sawing is finished I’ll go up but to be standing next to that thing is not good at all.

Understand I don’t take these for recreational use.  Slowly I wish for synchronicity again.  A bloody spot inside the lens is ruining good images.  And for what it’s worth I spoke with more guests and non-guests yesterday than I had ever done so before.  Perhaps the seeds allowed me to be more sociable.  Nothing wrong with that, right?  All of God’s creation can be used for something good. 

As I locked the doors Maya’s sister came into view.  The rain began to fall after I locked room five.  Samyog, I told her, though I’d guess she doesn’t know if this is a Nepalese or English word.  Being in sync with nature.  It’s a beautiful thing to behold and it hasn’t happened too often with three to four day patterns of turbulence or clear skies passing through constantly.

7:00pm no effects whatsoever from the seeds.  Well…thank goodness for photoshop, the bloody spot so far has been taken care of.  Maya and her sister talk to their brother and his family in Hong Kong via skype.  Look how good technology is, bringing people together to talk, there’s no text.  This is good. And Dal Baht tonight standing at the humungous reception desk, Suraksha jumps up and down to see what’s going on on top.  Well, nothing, dear, we’re discussing the price of tiles and how many steps there are in 4000 meters and oh please Laxman, Signature whiskey, I don’t know.  Will I pay for this in the morning?

The rain comes down hard.  The monsoon rages on in October.