I am uncomfortable. I have been uncomfortable since I arrived in India. Everything is foreign. Very foreign. I cannot walk across the street without someone trying to sell me something or ask where I am from. I wear clothes that help me to assimilate, but I are not suited for my dry-loving western skin. I sleep in heat when I prefer an igloo. The bathrooms are far from the never-thought-of-as-luxurious in my 1963 unrenovated NYC apartment. I cannot do as I please; I have to follow rules. My assertive nature is not understood or appreciated. My bum shoulder is making sure its’ pain is felt. I am uncomfortable in nearly every way I could be.
But I have found comfort:
Ice cold soda water with lemon and freshly grated ginger. It is the most refreshed I have felt since jumping in the waves of my islands past. Holding the glass, the bubbles, the sharp ginger and soft lemon; such a small thing that offers such reprieve. Simplicity is beautiful.
I haven’t had one in days. You might say I’m obstaining, but really I only have limited time to do as I please and comfort seems to have taken a back seat this month. So I sit (or yoga) with the discomfort. I’m working to embrace it. Trying to surrender to this foreign land/place and see what it has to teach me.
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