New York. past 1 month. an unexpected visit. I was on my way to nepal to reset my visa and intended to go back to india but pivoted at the airport after the immigration person suggested I wasn't going to be allowed back.
Today I started helping Bharati ji as a pastime "personal assistant" helping her recover from her recent surgeries and Parkinsons diagnosis. Doing her OT & PT exercises together. Getting her lunch, eating together, helping with dishes and sweeping and filling her flowers. It has been such sweetness. Right now she's resting after lunch.
She moves with such slowness and care. Heating her food, arranging her lunch dishes, salt—everything done deliberately, without waste, without rush. She requested exact amounts, very specific details, and I followed. A kind of peaceful clarity in her methodical requests.
Deep knowledge but light and sweet & childlike. Nothing to prove, much to offer. Showing me living in the moment, even with limitation. No performance or pretense—presence.
Quiet. Methodical. Intimate. I’m learning and listening. Feeling quieter
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