Moving and compelling story with a stunning selection of photos. Also, you manage to make the praying to Goddesses and Gods make sense in the context of Benares and India. I have only been to India in transit through Mumbai, which for its chaos reminded me of you talking about the lack of rational ground, In my 4 hours there, I could sense the topsy turvy nature of it. The airport was packed with passengers who had come off half a dozen planes and Indian military security were submitted everyone to lengthy baggage checks and frisking. Other passengers were commenting to us from the end of the long queue that they would not be able to get through in time. I should have had bags of time (excuse the pun) but, instead, I was told that the engines were running on my plane to London, and it was about to take off. I was berated by other staff to go more quickly when I had a big suitcase and hand luggage. Frazzled and sweating like a pig, I made it on to the plane. Going back to your story and the regrets you were feeling about your first love and the turmoil of subsequent relationships reminded me of my first love who I had convinced myself as I was too young too marry - I was 20 and she was 26. I couldn't get on track after I broke it off. Anyway, about 6 years she contacted me out of the blue on Facebook and told me about all the memories my photos evoked of our time together. She was a brilliant photographer when we were together and printed off her own black and white photos. It turns out she never married and had children. I had 2 children and have married 3 three times. Anyway, India had become the the love of her life, and, as we caught up through emails she would send me colour photos of her travels with her annotations, which entranced me. Money is too tight to mention for me at the moment, but I admire your writing ability and style. My prose style is often clunky and doesn't convey what I want to evoke effectively. I would be interested in some writing coaching later if it was available (I think I caught sight of you offering that on your site). Apologies for the post, which is long one given I'm new to your Substack. Also, sorry if it comes across as oversharing it could be due to being ADHD. In any case, look forward to reading more of your work.
Rich and fearless that's our Siofra Priestess of Eriu. What a wonderful life. Thanks for the Sharing. 🥰
Love your stories, thanks you, keep sharing ❤
Lovely post and enjoyable read, thank you.
Quixotic, a new word that resonates for me lol.
Love also the photo of the Sadhu with the mobile and the reefer ! and your photos of course.
Happy Momo & No No ~ Blessing & onwards x
Moving and compelling story with a stunning selection of photos. Also, you manage to make the praying to Goddesses and Gods make sense in the context of Benares and India. I have only been to India in transit through Mumbai, which for its chaos reminded me of you talking about the lack of rational ground, In my 4 hours there, I could sense the topsy turvy nature of it. The airport was packed with passengers who had come off half a dozen planes and Indian military security were submitted everyone to lengthy baggage checks and frisking. Other passengers were commenting to us from the end of the long queue that they would not be able to get through in time. I should have had bags of time (excuse the pun) but, instead, I was told that the engines were running on my plane to London, and it was about to take off. I was berated by other staff to go more quickly when I had a big suitcase and hand luggage. Frazzled and sweating like a pig, I made it on to the plane. Going back to your story and the regrets you were feeling about your first love and the turmoil of subsequent relationships reminded me of my first love who I had convinced myself as I was too young too marry - I was 20 and she was 26. I couldn't get on track after I broke it off. Anyway, about 6 years she contacted me out of the blue on Facebook and told me about all the memories my photos evoked of our time together. She was a brilliant photographer when we were together and printed off her own black and white photos. It turns out she never married and had children. I had 2 children and have married 3 three times. Anyway, India had become the the love of her life, and, as we caught up through emails she would send me colour photos of her travels with her annotations, which entranced me. Money is too tight to mention for me at the moment, but I admire your writing ability and style. My prose style is often clunky and doesn't convey what I want to evoke effectively. I would be interested in some writing coaching later if it was available (I think I caught sight of you offering that on your site). Apologies for the post, which is long one given I'm new to your Substack. Also, sorry if it comes across as oversharing it could be due to being ADHD. In any case, look forward to reading more of your work.