The Sun Always Feels Healing

As I sit in the roof in Nepal, I can’t help but just close my eyes and smile at this moment. Though naturally disappointed I am not well enough quite yet for the trek, I am at such peace and recognizing my gratitude for this moment in time. I just finished doing my laundry, which in and of itself is a workout. “Mom” came up to help me hang the fresh smelling clothes one by one, meticulously on the line. “Auntie” is perched, watching the neighborhood kids and smiling seeing me finish scrubbing my clothes after learning the best hand washing techniques from everyone last week. The older kids brought out a deck of cards, little man from next door climbed over and is doing cartwheels and kicking around a soccer ball, occasionally screaming for seemingly no reason. The birds are actively chirping and sometimes flying overhead with large shadows passing. From below, you can hear the neighbor cow randomly mooing, the strangling dogs barking and seemingly fighting once in a while. The “scooties” pass by frequently, and sounds of helicopters and planes passing by. I’m scandalously sitting on my decathlon mat with my capris pulled over my knees and in a racer back tank top. The sun feels warm today and so perfectly warming my soul. Quietly observing our Nepalese families, I just simply smile. They watch as I write, curious as always. They point at my phone and earbuds as I try to gesture that I’m listening to a podcast. They’ve never heard of podcasts. I am not sure what the rest of the day will bring. I have no schedule or other expectations. This week will now also be different. But for right now, I am here, letting the sun do was it does best - continue to heal me. I am present in this moment. 

Have a blessed Sunday.