So reading, which is my escape, my way of going on a mental vacation, is not always as mindless as part of me would hope. I’m reading The Godfather of Kathmandu by John Burdett, a murder mystery set in Thailand and Nepal, about Sonchai Jitpleecheep, a Thai policeman. I won’t tell you all about it because it could be a spoiler if you haven’t read the earlier books in the series. Anyway, as we know, we can escape, but we can’t really escape…
“And the whole agony of the thing seems bound up with Tietsin’s blade wheel; I have never had to get to know myself so well before. The consequence is like waking in a shallow grave and having to shake off the clay before you can start work (188)”.
Tietsin is the hero’s guru, but also a drug dealer and Tibetan freedom fighter (and I thought my life was complicated)!
So what is Tietsin’s blade wheel for me? The image that will cut through all of the mental traffic and make things clear to me? I find it interesting that the truth comes from the complicated maya world here…as I’m sure it will for me, when I figure it out. I’ll keep you posted. And read the books. Fun and illuminating!