The Healing Of India

The learnings here have been and are many! An interesting fact
is that we need to buy bottled water daily, which is very humbling in itself. Many
of you know my feelings on recycling and plastic bottles!

It’s the difference between survival and the possibility of
serious illness here. We simply cannot drink the tap water. Watching the locals
pull water from their wells in their homes – albeit Shanti towns, is true
testimony that we need to respect our water supplies across the world. We are
all one after all.

Plastic is a huge problem here. We have both been surprised
at the extent of it. Rubbish, not just plastic, lines the streets here and
there seems to be no recycling of water bottles; glass or plastic, nor
cardboard. The beaches are strewn with it and the rivers too. It’s sad to see
and really upsetting. We did visit a local restaurant the other day which had
recycled the glass bottles into very pretty 
circular garden flower beds. They looked really beautiful. I was most
impressed.

Having to carry the heavy gallon bottle from the bike up the
steps and through the garden to the accommodation and then put the grapefruit
extract drops in to reduce the chance of parasites is incredibly humbling too. It
makes you think about so many things that we previously took for granted in the
UK. Washing fruit and vegetables has to be done with the grapefruit extract
water and the toothbrushes are soaking in iodine when they are not in use. Care
and attention is paramount. Once again Duncan has been a star.

Suddenly the things that we take for granted are no longer
available to us. Washing my clothes by hand was quite an experience too.
Firstly trying to purchase soap powder was difficult – we ended up with washing
up liquid! Although many people speak English, often there are those who don’t and
it’s usually just when you need something in particular.

So, using hand soap and hot water was my only way forward.
To be honest soaking and then washing the clothes and hanging them on the
washing line was how it was done years ago. All the way through the process I
felt connection to the deeper appreciation of the water, the soap and the fact
that I had clothes that I could wash and wear again. Sometimes we have seen
people here, including children who really are filthy. It’s another aspect of a
truly deepening humility.

Many people in India have NOTHING. Many walk around with
really dirty, filthy clothes. My white shorts are no longer white! It’s a
combination of the beautiful rich, red soil blowing all around and riding on a
moped too. I’m certainly not complaining… no-one gives a crap what they, or you
look like here.

So, here’s to another day in paradise. Much love Mary x

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