Lucie and I are away on our own in Wayanad.
Anjum the ever enthusiastic drove us.
And here’s the the view at Dhanagiri homestay.
She’s been on edge. Primarily of course she’s sad dog as we’ve lost something from our heart. Then with me getting ready and packed she thinks I’m going to leave her, no sweat there but then the longest car ride ever, almost four hours. Now plumped in a coffee plantation.
Where are we, what’s happening? Tell me!
Thunder, lightening, rain….. strange environment, she is sooooo not impressed.
Breakfast finished, next to walk up the hill with Manjula, Lucie and Abha.
Guess who’s with us in more ways than one.
This trip is proving useful to help me connect with the spirit of my soul. I know, it all sounds a bit new age or Hebden Bridge (the alternative place where my house is in the U.K.). I realise it’s one of the messages from Manjula that I now see more clearly. It’s not really new age, more slowing down the hare and learning from Manjula’s grace. More later.