In Hindi there’s no designated word for “goodbye”. I like that. Instead, people use the universal greeting, “namaste”. Namaste means, I bow to you. It acknowledges the meeting of minds – and the parting of them.
Mom returned to Arizona last night after three weeks in India. My stepmother was here for a month before that. It was strange to see the guest bedroom door open this morning, the room within vacant. I didn’t have to “shush” at the kids as they maneuvered through their morning routine. Today we fussed and dressed and stomped without fear of waking a slumbering guest.
When you have someone to help clean the house, change the sheets, do the laundry and cook – guests are a Joy. I have been lucky to have my life filled with cheerful faces and good company for six weeks. And the kids have had devoted attention.
Mom and I were sitting outside yesterday evening, listening to the birds return home after a day of doing whatever-it-is that birdies do. Every night they roost in the trees around our house and chatter until dusk, when all goes silent. We pined about how short her visit, how fast it went and we made plans for next year, to do all the things we didn’t manage this year.
Simple moments, big plans. They are always a comfort.
So is the meeting of minds.
Namaste, mom. Next time isn’t that far off…
No big ventures this week, readers. It’s been a busy month. Time to slow down and look for four-leaf clovers. How lucky was I to find one this week, right here:
We were visiting a farm and guesthouse just outside of Delhi. Here’s a litter of orphaned piglets. The owner says they’re destined for ham, pork and sausage:
This poor rooster was attacked by a dog while we were there. He survived. The drama was high entertainment for the boys:
What’s lunch look like with nine kids? Take them to McDonald’s and they behave as though they’re in McDonald’s. Dine with fan-fare, al fresco and they are surprisingly civilized!
I love this photo. We were driving home from the farm when I saw women picking cauliflower:
Lala in the tree near our front door:
Antique-ing with mom. I couldn’t resist a photo next to all of those BIG linga!
Grandmaw and her featherless flock:
My kids love to put on shows. My favorite line in this one came when George adopted a lost lion cub (Eddie) and told him “We’re veggies dude – get used to it!” Of course, he meant to say “vegetarian”.
With mom, listening to the avian happy hour: