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  • Dear Cowbird Friends,

    I am so sorry that I have been away for quite a bit. So I’m writing a little letter to you, dear ones, to say that I have been well and engrossed in living life and not having the words flow frequently to write about it soon enough.
    On considerably more minute levels these days, energy moving through me and around me, seems to be teaching me lessons of how literal life really is. Whatever the script running through my head and tadda, it shows up here in some bizarre format. Like when recently I thought/felt, I am wasting my time and some-one decides to throw waste/rubbish on my balcony. From this I see that the so called emptiness state of things is a literal emptiness-and now science is catching up to that conclusion, there is more space in cells than we used to consider. So it's literal I now see, like the story we write of our lives, each day on an unwritten book, on the shelves of the Universal Library, transcribed through our energetic storytelling to ourselves.
    And if I take it a bit less seriously, it really is more fun than not. Like when recently we had a minor car accident. If you’ve been to Delhi or live here, you’ll know how driving is so aggressive and crazy. So I was stuck in a jam and it was bumper to bumper and then suddenly some-one bangs into my car at the back. And yes, again, it was my fault. I was feeling kind of weirdly vulnerable in my back. I was not surprised by it but I thought I am not going to get into an argument, just check the damage, avoid the usual aggressive guy come and try somehow to put it on us. But to my utter surprise, a very smiling and sorry man came forward saying it was totally his fault and he will pay for any damage. If it’s minor, people avoid the insurance companies here. I just smiled, and he offered me his business card. How pleasant can accidents be.
    So here I was thinking about how September’s come and gone and the last quarter of 2012 is upon us. This year seems to be going faster than any previous year for me. People say that nothing here is permanent except change. But I keep thinking that this too is because we choose to focus on change and want and seek change and partly this is what drives time. But the energy of love is permanent and total. And with this feeling of love to you, I will close this letter. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, I’m all mixed up these days. Hope it can be soon.
    'Til the next read,
    Love and hugs,
    Apoorva x

    Image-Sept flowers on my terrace.
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