Here

Started to rain this evening, so I sneaked out of my class during snack time and raced up to the roof to see the clouds roll in. Desert girls always do this. Felt like home.

Yoga every morning is becoming my routine now, coupled with deep breathing techniques. The insistent shrieking of rickshaw horns and vegetable wallahs drifts though my veranda curtains as I practice and I let it just swirl and settle around me. Yoga in India has my gym back home beat.

My kids all beg to play Hangman now, which I have taught them and allow them to play as a reward for finishing their work. Perhaps shamefully, I have also taught my youngest to fist-bump and say "awesome." So, when I come in and they all rise to greet me and I ask them how they are, I am hailed by an abundant chorus of "Awesome, Amy-Mam'am." Not sure how the directors will feel about this when they come visit in two weeks time.

And, another week begins. Looking forward to traveling soon, but also resolving to remain present. When I feel myself drift away, I just take a breath and remind myself to be here.

Can't stop listening to this song. Enjoy - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T94PHkuydcw