To sum up my village experience – I became a porch dweller. Long stretches of my days I was plopped on Aamaa’s wide porch peeling garlic, cutting veggies for talkuri, reading and writing, or just hanging out with friends. Countless cups of milk tea were made and spread to the masses. Before bedtime, after too many hot cups of buffalo milk, I would take spontaneous ice-cold bucket showers. Instead of being freezing and heart stopping, in village, those bucket showers were oddly refreshing. I am not sure if this makes sense, but everything in village requires so much effort and mindfulness that even the simple act of dumping water over one’s head became an act of gratitude. What I am trying to say, is said better by the Cherokee Prayer.
"O’Great Spirit help me always to speak the truth quietly, to listen with an open mind when others speak, and to remember the peace that may be found in silence." -Cherokee Prayer Love always, Hira
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