india carom – a-hunting we will go

so i’ve not had very much to say lately. though actually that’s a lie.  maybe i’ve had too much to say. words endlessly spiralling round my brain. 

i’ve been bouncing so high and so hard, i think i might just be caroming out of control. pick a pocket, pick a pocket! but i’m not ready to be stuffed into any pigeon-holes. at this stage i have no idea what a sass-shaped hole might look like!

i’ve been trying to hang on to that feeling of open-ness, that trust in the universe that all will be well, that it has only my best interests at heart and wants me to be happy, healthy, prosperous and surrounded by love and light and laughter. there’ve been some things, some news about the new year,  which make it hard to hang onto that belief, but i’m going to keep hanging in there. 

one of my best friends arrived in mumbai yesterday amid that part of the world going to hell in the proverbial hand-basket and i was incredibly scared that something might have happened to her, but i’ve had word that she’s ok. and trust me to make insane choices – i booked a ticket last week to go and join her and i land in mumbai on the 15th before moving on to goa. i thought i was planning a little quiet part-vacation, part-quest in order to usher in the new year and my new life as a singleton. well, now that the place is being blown apart, who knows what awaits.

but i’m going bravely forth. goa, here i come, a-hunting for whatever lies in store! i can’t wait to see who i’ll be when i get back.


Verse 1:
Oh, the noble Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill and
Marched them down again

Verse 2:
And when you’re up, you’re up
And when you’re down, you’re down
And when you’re only half way up
You’re neither up nor down

Verse 3:
Oh, a-hunting we will go
A-hunting we will go
We’ll catch a little fox
And put him in a box
And then we’ll let him go