BACK IN THE SADDLE...A DIFFERENT SADDLE
LIFE GOES ON. Well, I'm back in the saddle again. Not a bicycle saddle, but back in America (where rudeness among airport personnel is routine), back in Indianapolis (which apparently became world famous and the temporary center of the sports media universe while I away in India), back at home (which is cloaked in beautiful, wonderful snow, as in this photo Molly snapped and sent me while I was in India), back at WEMO (West Morris Street Free Methodist Church), back to life as it is daily expressed in a local setting with responsibilities, challenges, opportunities, relationships, tasks, appointments, graces, sporting events, school functions--the milieu that is life.
BUT I'M STILL ADJUSTING. I am trying to be here in this way. But, in all honesty, I am experiencing both major jet lag (days are nights, nights are days) and the feeling that I should be on my bike pedaling my heart out on some Indian road, dodging cows, lorries, pedestrians carrying fresh cow manure on their heads (photo), and other bikes bearing heavy loads. I awoke this morning, ready for the day at 2:00 am. It is likely that by 2:00 pm I will feel the urge to doze into a midwinter night's sleep. This physical-geographical adjustment will take a while. So will the mental-emotional-spiritual reorientation. So, I will try to give it time and attempt to journal my way through it. Bear with me.