So, I have arrived in Pokhara. If I had more time at the moment I'd catch you up on the last seven days but I don't, so instead I'll catch you up on a slice of today.
One of the most unfortunate aspects of living in the 21st century first world is the inability to partake in or see first hand biblical concepts that seem primordial, but still exist in countries such as Nepal. I was given the unexpected gift of seeing such a concept today.
On the bus ride from Kathmanu to Pokhara majority of the land is used for farming. Most of the ground has been ploughed and seed sown. That can't be said for one man along my merry way. He had two buffalo (now endearingly called 'buff' by me for the rest of my posts) yolked together, ploughing his land. My thoughts were simple- the buff worked so effortlessly and naturally together. I remembered Gods command to not be unevenly yolked with another, and the reference to the buff could not have been better. Without attaching an emotional, heart tangling story here (I make it sound more dramatic or realistic than it actually is), I, for once, had a simple and tangible image of a concept of how I'm meant to marry. Mind blown.
On another note, I realized how at ease I am with being in a foreign country and not knowing anyone. Thats normal for some people I'm sure, but the contrasting factor is that my heart weighs heavily at home. Yes, my heart should be here. But, isn't it awesome that this feels so incredibly normal. I feel at home (mainly when the power, and thus hot water are working).
Over and out from the glory that is Pokhara.
Xx
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