Menomical [men-om-ickul]; the condition of requiring very little.

A re-post - having a lot of newer readers permits some revisiting. This one written from the ashram two years back...

Apart from the angst I have expressed (haven't I?) over recent weeks, regarding the lack of short-term memory power, I'm pretty content.  Very little is required for peace to reign within.

Let the sunshine into your life, 
let in the sun...!
There's a comfy bed.

There's a sunshine-filled room.

There's enough intellectual fodder to last the rest of life in its contemplation.

There's good food and water aplenty.

There's 24 hour power supply… most of the time.  We will discount the interruptions mentioned previously;  and the occasions they forget to refuel the generator.  Or the case of the runaway tour bus.  That was not a fun day; well not for the driver anyway.  The rest of us thought a bus without brakes reversing down a 45-degree-angle hill at speed was rather entertaining.  Particularly when it mounted the 18" wall between the track and the powerhouse.  You’d have thought that would have halted matters wouldn't you?  Apparently there were hidden wings, permitting the vehicle to fly into the corner wall, like the very best of demolition balls. Anyway.  Bus was a write off.  Power was absent for less than 24 hours.

There's the taste of the first mangos of the summer.

There's fresh figs and papaya.

There's watching the kites turn their effervescent ballet upon the Mumbai sky thermals, beating and drumming upon the air as if it were as solid as the earth upon which we stand.  They pipe a high and mournful tune, to which the koels and the crows add cacophony harmony.

There's the opening of a can of baked beans.  Once lost now found…………………………..sigh.


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