I missed over wintering in India. Seriously. Here is a poem that sums up what I wanted.
Life slows to a gentle stroll on an ocean shore.
Worries and cares recede as if for a while no more.
Horizons close comfortably in around a tired soul.
Peace of mind and spirit become my only goal.
In rich and vibrant tapestry of music I rejoice.
Accompanied by the soft and plaintive lilting of the female voice.
The scent of burning incense suffuses the still night air.
These things would surely transport me if I wasn't already there.
Exotic herbs and spices my palate tantalize.
While delicious tropical vistas feast my tearing eyes.
Different ways of doing things invite an open mind.
Contemplation, meditation, help me gently to unwind.
Ayuvedician magic lessen every ache and pain.
Preparing me and strengthening me to pick up my life again.
To stop and look and listen can never be a sin.
Indeed it is a wisdom which improves the man within.
I'll get back there one day.
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