I'm going to India in a week and a half. As much as I want to prepare myself in some way, I can't. I've checked out books about India from the library and returned them unread. I've briefly reviewed Hinduism, but I took a whole course in college. And, honestly, I'm not really sure that I should reschool myself in it for this trip. My time has actually been spent reacquainting myself with the God that I already know.
In some sense I'm setting myself up for an experience that will simply happen to me, like jumping in a lake and emerging drenched in an element that I don't normally exist in. Floating in it. Letting it carry me.
I have tried to cram 11 weeks of summer (and maybe a couple years of life) into about 6. I've gone room by room, closet by closet, putting things in order. All the appointments that needed to me made (well-child, dentist, travel vaccines, eye exam, the specialist I've been putting off) have been made and just about completed. Lesson plans have been created up through Thanksgiving.
Family photo albums done to a point. Women's retreat planned and organized for when I return. HHacked bank account dealt with. We've even met with a lawyer to put our living trust, will and powers of attorney together. I'm definitely getting things done, but I'm not really present in them. (excerpt) universeofdisturbance.blogspot.com
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