No one knows much about the Black Bhairab. It was found, lying face down in a forest and dates back to the 4th or 5th century.
Bhairab represents the powerful, destructive forces of Shiva and is in Kathmandu’s Durbar Square to stay.
It was lovely being back with Immy the other afternoon.
Thankful two years hasn’t changed the place much.
[Photos: Around Kathmandu’s Durbar Square//Grace Farson]
I feel that I could stay in Rishikesh for a lifetime.
Rishikesh is the kind of India you want India to be a lot of the time. It’s a holy city filled with life, and it’s an easy, good life. It seems to sparkle and move, but move at a much slower pace than a lot of India.
I spend a lot of my time here in quiet. In solitude. Practicing yoga. Sweating. And feeling free.
+ Enjoy this lovely song, sent by a truly lovely person this morning:
“Are you real or something from wanderlust
Who can you can we trust my dear, sweet, flower
Who can you trust
From cradle to grave
From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust” – Fink, “Yesterday Was Hard on All of Us“
Today will be filled with waiting//showering (*I fear that I smell of hot curry and sweat more than ever before)//more yoga//itching a new collection of bug bites// packing up my life again.
[Photos: Day one, around the great Ganges river in Rishikesh//Grace Farson]
GRACE FARSON 