Qajaq Dancer

My first entry on this blog was June 30 th , 2018. Today I have decided this will be the last entry on this particular collection of reflections and remembrances. I started out wondering how, or if, my perceptions on anything might be different after six months on my own in India. After reading through all that I have written and documented, I don’t have any clear answer. But I would like to “wrap up” with some last thoughts and a “thank you” to everyone that has taken time to read even one post, much less the whole epic. Spending half an orbit of the earth around the sun on the opposite side of the globe from my “home” is a sobering reminder that “life goes on” no matter where I might be located. Living in the moment as best as I know how, has been my response to the deaths of friends and mentors. The loss I feel in my life from friends who have died in the past year compels me to give them a few words here. It is not like we necessarily lived close by, or even that we had ongoi

So I am back at home in New York City, and jet lag has me far too awake at 5:00 AM. The twenty-four hour travel day to get here from Mumbai was taken up with multiple periods of waiting… to check-in (45 minutes)… to go through security (1 hour 15 minutes)… to be processed at immigration (35 minutes)… to get on first flight to Delhi (1 hour 30 minutes)… to go through two security checks in Delhi (45 minutes)… and finally, to get on flight to New York which took sixteen hours in and of itself. Customs and immigration coming into John F. Kennedy Airport in NYC is going through some changes and it seems as though everyone has to get used to being partially (if not wholly) processed at an electronic kiosk. Astonishingly, from my plane touching down on the tarmac to getting in my front door took only about an hour, which has to be some kind of new record for me on returning from an international trip. Landing approach for transfer in Delhi As I was flying “economy” on a full flight fo