For sure I see the simple blessings of the spirit after a short time in Dharmasala, a short time in India, the constant dust and carbon monoxide appeared to take its toll. Last night found me unable to breath and a headache which brought on a somewhat nauseous stomach. All of these make me unable to sleep which added to the uncomfortableness. After Sevgilim awoke, she went to get me my constant cure, soda(coke), but this time a Pepsi. I took it with two aspirins and went back to sleep. This cure of course would have been useless if not for the gift in the form of rain that appeared in the middle of the night to wash the dirt and therefore the dust and clear the air of carbon monoxide with some good wind. For this is the age of man. In this age we shall not see with carnal eyes, will hear with the soundless sound and know of the spirit GOD.
The clouds and rain are still here this morning, cleaning the place so that I may also be cleaned. Our room is sitting before a monastery where there are children in constant play and just looking at those passing below on the street. This place could also be paradise with a bit of re-engineering. Make the internal road for foot traffic only, and to help the people want to stop littering. Two, seemingly easy approaches. Here I go again with urban development.