"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite"
I began this trip concerned about my homesickness tendency. Last summer, I struggled to remain in the present and instead I longed for home. I fled the present moment and escaped into memories. My intention for this trip was not to cure myself of homesickness. I hope to always know home, to long for it, and return to it. I think it is a beautiful feeling. Nepali people express it by saying "a memory of home came to me."
making chicken momos all togther
our red maya nails
last morning in Besi
Home is in North Carolina. But, I take seriously Wendell Berry's imperative, "Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction."