This photo from a trip to India in 2010 came up from the memory bank yesterday. I think I was walking back from the chai stand to the place I was staying in Mysore. Some mornings I’d see a pack of pigs cruising along this road. Another day, a funeral procession went by carrying the body for all to see. Most days it was more like this: slow pace, sun filtering through palms, parrots and the occasional Indian crow squawking:
If I squint, life in SIP Alameda doesn’t look or sound so different these days: slow streets, home practice instead of crowded shalas, chickadees instead of parrots, plenty of American crows. Another reminder that a lot of the time I can find whatever I'm looking for right where I am.