I've spent about a day in Vashist and I feel this strange turmoil weighing on my shoulders. I sat staring out at the mountains yesterday thinking how I've felt least at peace in India than anywhere else. I want to go out and create a beautiful video for you of the natural beauty surrounding me but I think I'll just sit and do some writing and some reading.
Vashist is an interesting little town in Manali. You see a lot of "hippie" looking guys and girls. Everyone's smoking hash or ganja. I think I may be the only one who's not. There's a temple here and a hot spring where people bath all day or do their laundry. Cows roam all over the place (watch your step, there are fresh droppings on every path). At meals, I enjoy the company of creatures. A fly stood and ate a grain of sugar yesterday while I had my vegetarian thali. This morning at breakfast, a bird stood in front of my plate and ate rice and bread crumbs. In another mood, it could be spiritual but right now, I think of loneliness, the future, and the why.
If it doesn't rain, I'm going to try to make it to the top of the mountain today. And if the weather holds up tomorrow, perhaps I'll venture on farther.