Home is where the hea(r)t is…
I woke up in India to the scent of flowers and the sound of birds and bees (and frogs, geckos, lions and bears oh my)… I fell asleep – after being welcomed back by toxic cinamon sweetness in the air at LAX, record heat weather, and a beautiful sunset – to the sound of a helicopter humming above in the LA skies…
Came home from the airport and changed right back into my Indian wear to deal with the heat, and so I am sitting here now in Lungi and Mexican shirt, already had French, Italian food and Sushi, listening to my ipod with music collected over the last 6 months from British punk and AfroCuban funk to Indian and Voodoo sacred music, and feel comfort amidst the culture sludge ![]()
It was strange coming home to know that I am planning to stay for a while (of course one never knows). The diversity helps. Also lots going on here. I think I will like living in LA for a bit… Look forward to having my books up on a shelf again (it’s been two years since I packed them in boxes and they have lived in darkness in a garage since, poor things), white boards and art hanging on the other walls… the many exciting projects that are already waiting in this pregnant universe ![]()
For now, it’s rest a bit and digest the last two years of traveling…

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