Along with the many mysterious new forms of mold that grow here in the monsoon, the season also has its own particular moods. These moods seem at times to be better expressed in images than in words, although one of the finest pieces of Sanskrit poetry has a cloud as one of its main protagonists, and the monsoon is a favored setting for some of the most moving literature in the language.
All these photos are taken from the roof or balconies of our home.
I am delighted and rejoice in your collective and individual blogs, and your respective journeys through monasticism and for the furtherance of equal monastic rights for nuns, a cause I fully support.
ReplyDeleteWishing you many blessings my dear sisters,
Nyima /