Rain is coming down and streaking the windows, incidentally watering the plants in the planters on the windowsill. I am glad they are being looked after. In the background I can hear Kamalashila making an official phone call (to an institution). He is home. He came back from hospital yesterday evening. Another home coming. And I hope this one will last long. Or longer. Every time he comes home there is another list of medications to contend with. Start taking these medications and stop taking these others. Review later.
There are more medical calls and actions to go through today, but I also need to get down to some other bits of pieces that have to do with my working life. Which feels a bit like a piece of land lying fallow. I need to return to it. I crave to come back to it, but there simply has not been space. And there was that matter of preparing for Kamalashila’s death not so long ago. We are both keen to return to some sort of normality now. He even did a class from the hospital, using the interview room on the ward. I am looking forward to engaging with a bit more work, a wider realm. Creating more space for other people. The focus has been very much on KS and on myself this past half year. I hope this can change. But this I cannot choose. We will have to see how things go, how KS’s body will respond to more treatment. Rain is still coming down. It somehow blurs my vision. Clarity will come. There is no doubt.
