hatha house
we revisited our pod (a 1976 Argosy Airstream) in Ellettsville today. it sits patiently waiting to be relocated to our patch whenever it is time. we misplaced both of our keys for the camper so i had to crawl in through the skylight. the first thing that hit me as i lowered myself in to our home i was hit with a very concentrated cedar sage frankincense smell. it was like entering some kind of woodsy subterranean temple. the peace of the buddha, presence of a few guardians hold the space for us.
no matter where we roam
we are never not home
