Sitting down to write this, I find myself at a loss for words. I have attempted a few times since my arrival here a month ago, but spending time at a computer is low on my list of preferred activities. The beach...the sun... sketchbooks and pens...these things are far too enticing. Yes...life here as been good. So good that trying to conjure up definitions and explanations seems unnecessary and strange. Still...as I ready myself to leave this shanti little beach town, I figure it won't hurt to try and give some sort of glimpse of its charm.
Time seems to fold itself into the strangest shapes here, barreling forward at warp speeds while simultaneously standing still. I have passed many hours barefoot...feet pressing happily into soft, welcoming sands...toes becoming paintbrushes etching lines into ever-expanding mandalas...beach becoming canvas...warm, Arabian Sea beckoning and soothing sun-baked skin...freckles appearing in droves, overtaking the lighter spaces in between...pens meeting paper in collaborative and solitary swirls...evolving as color spills into black & white spaces...mini cows wearing garlands of flowers...fresh coconuts sipped and split, revealing the tastiest, softest flesh...disbelieving taste buds marveling at their perfect sweetness...heavenly cold showers under a mango tree, sometimes two or three a day...rinsing salt and sand and sweat...sweltering heat...sea shell hunting naked on deserted stretch of beach like carefree child...dolphins swimming close...sun glowing brilliant beyond words, setting under pastel skies and lavender clouds...painting with light beneath upside down constellations on nighttime beaches with beautiful, lithe friends...sharing space and creating with Oliver and Joni, my sweet Gokarna family...
...smiling always...quietly...peacefully...deeply...*So very blessed...
Headed to Bangalore tonight...
Thank you, Gokarna...