On our visit to the Pashupatinath temple we observed the cremation of this body. It was a beautiful, careful, and loving ceremony and we felt privileged to have watched it all.
A beautiful set of arches in an old Indian fort. The symmetry, the scalloped edges, the light…I could just imagine living there.
A typically street scene in Kathmandu. To me, this is the essence of life here in the city – this is how I will remember the bustling streets.
The colours of Nepal – vibrant, tangled and fluttering prayer flags.
A rooftop patio with stunning views of the foggy rice terraces. And time with family just to sit and chat…a wonderful memory.
Can you feel the joy? That is what I call “the look of someone’s dream coming true”!
Sometimes, all that is needed is to listen
Sometimes, all that is needed is to listen
This is Rajesh. After he showed me his karate moves and I showed him mine we had a great chat while walking. He spoke excellent English but had much more fun listening to me bumble through my Nepali 🙂 His smile is worth a thousand words.
We had the most wonderful guide (Renukha, grey shirt) and 2 assistants who helped carry our stuff, Maina (red shirt) and Indra (yellow shirt). They inspired me by being women in an almost exclusively male profession. They were strong and powerful women with beautiful hearts and shining spirits. I only hope we get to see them again soon.
One of my regular lunch spots – unpretentious, inexpensive, and delicious. And of course, it was Mom and Dad’s favourite…better than any hundred dollar meal.
If I ever think my job is too hard I look at this picture. If they can do this, then I surely have nothing to complain about!
And they gave us flower garlands, sang songs and danced to raise funds for their mother’s group – what nobody else knew is that they walked 1 hour through the mountains to get there – the same route we had taken earlier which had taken 2 hours!
Rural life in Nepal – perched on the hills and surrounded by gently curving and undulating layers upon layers of rice paddies. The curves of the rice paddies are soothing and they remind me of gentle ocean waves – green waves of rice.
The Taj – absolutely awe inspiring and jaw droppingly beautiful. Majestic, serene, and built from love.
A quick pony-pulled cart ride through the streets was just as fun as it looks!
The Himalayas in the background, love in the foreground – a perfect picture 🙂
