Up the Mountain

Beau in bed early, house is kind of tidy, my head is full of snot, Laura Viers CD playing, bed beckons. The days are moving fast, punctuated by meals and visits and shopping and sleep time routine. In between there are songs and drawing and cubbies and dress ups and cake baking and baths and park visits and many many cuddles. He misses his Dad very much as do I but we are having a great time. The other night we went out to dinner the two of us, something we haven't done before.

K is st his mountain feeling very fortunate and happy to be where Ramana spent most of his life. He has met a couple of other like minded Westerners with whom he can share his experience and also receive advice as to where to stay and what's happening around the town. Tonight a friend was taking him to see Om Amma, a woman who spends a great deal of time in Shamanic Trance and gives individual healings. I'm hoping he will take some photos that I can post. Whenever we speak on the phone I can hear peacocks yelping and not much else. It must be one of the few quiet places in India, especially at this time of year.