Chilly

It finally stopped raining. Me and Chhaya went for a walk and now I am sitting on the floor, with my laptop in front of me, sipping on some hot tea (Earl Grey) and I lit a candle too. It is chilly and gray outside, I need to warm up. I feel like some kind of a journalist reporting on today's news.
I can tell you this. I saw a quick reportage of some indigenous people in Ecuador protesting the plan for drilling for oil on about 10 million acres in the Amazon rainforest. When a man, some tribe member spoke about his concerns for his home, the pristine rainforest, he almost started crying. Me too. Sad. I am against drilling for oil there too.
"When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money." A Cree Prophecy.
Well, in a few hours I am not going to be wearing muddy Hunter boots and sweatpants. It's going to be rhinestone encrusted heels and bare legs. I feel tired. I think I am going to take a nap before work.





We saw a coyote around here the other day. So Chhaya is on the lookout!