I’ve started get­ting used to the faces around me: There’s Mafidash (Corinne and I can’t remem­ber his name) from Maine, who has a huge beard and gave me a book. There’s Chrissy from Toronto, who got into a rick­shaw acci­dent on her way here and has ban­dages all over her face.

Day one at the Ashram is actu­ally Day three since I lit­er­ally slept through yes­ter­day hav­ing arrived past mid­night the day before (phew!). I woke up from the most intense dream I’ve had yet of every­thing and every­one I came here to forget.