Blogging only became an item for me since Swami Atmananda suggested me to stop doing it.
When I search my blogs for ‘blogging’, only the two blogs show up in which I mention my stopping it:
In one of them there is a link to another one, in Dutch, dat ik ook vind met ‘bloggen’:
This time in India it is clear that the habit of reporting on basically all that happens to me, has molten down to a memory.
Yet a memory that is around quite often.
As a subject to reflect on, that is.
Already for weeks there is the idea to write a blog titled Postcard, and now I am for the first time behind a real computer to do some banking.
And I discover, to my own surprise, that the one and only thingy that I wrote from my tablet over a month ago, (I rather failed attempt that I kind of gave up on), already was titled Postcard.
(https://hansvandergugten.nl/?p=4678)
So, that’s why this one is the second one.
When I would start writing this will without thinking end up a very long story, but let me be strong: I only will present a few pictures from meetings with Sindhu and other locals.
No, not even that.
Let me show you my two favourite pictures.
One from the mountains.
And one from a schoolgirl that I saw dancing on a cultural festival of a school here in the neighbourhood (= Tiruvannamalai).
Here they dance with the whole body, the hands clearly included included.
When I saw this group of girls dancing there was something that got my attention, but I had no clue what it was. I went towards the stage and made a few pictures, but still no clue.
Then suddenly, right after the dance had stopped, the girl in green stood beside me. Ah, can I make a picture of your hands, I asked.
Without thinking and almost like a professional she did this:
Here everything in a way revolves around Arunachala.
Here is how it looked from Sri Ramana Matriculation School, where this cultural festival happened:
So, that was postcard numero dos.
I could easily make dozens of ‘m.
In a way it is a way of ruminating already swallowed experience.
And as such there is a great pleasure in doing so.
Mooooooji (free after Ramji/James Swartz).
