'Mist fills the Himalayan valleys, and monsoon rain sweeps across
the hills. Sometimes, during the day, a bird visits me-a deep
purple whistling thrush. She perches on the window sill, and looks
out with me at the rain.' This personal diary records the many
small moments that constitute a life of harmony-with the self, the
natural world, and friends, family and passersby. In these pages,
we watch a wild plum blossom and the moon come up between two... more...