Just back from Sikkim — it’s been less than a week and I’m still re-orienting to what’s called ‘my life’ on this side of the world. Teachers, monks, and fellow pilgrims at Deorali Chorten were super-gracious to me as a woman stranger. It was intriguing to exchange thoughts with practitioners trained so differently from us in the West. The monks cared for my well being; and Rajesh, my guest house host, is a sparkle of light — taking life lightly when it should be and seriously when it must be. This photo was from an outing day when I felt super-happy and in such a simple way, hanging out with friends and being playful and silly, at ease. Look how sweet these faces are! Other times I was too frikin lonely with almost no other visitors in the entire state during monsoon. Here’s the road up to Chorten Gompa monastery. What really happened? Meditation practice is usually impossible for oneself to measure. But sometimes inner changes feel like monsoon rain.