The monks of Sherab Ling are chanting away, for about an hour so far.

It is good, very throaty and guttural.

It must be so hard on the vocal chords.

The evening is going on and hubby and I discuss things and our respective mental health. All is peachy by now.

Its been years, about 21 years, that I was in india at 27. How time flies but it does feel like much time has passed. Everything has changed about me. In my capacity. 

The monks are singing. I have to let go of hubby's comments about the post office who refused a refund. They were frigthening. I hope he does not burst into rages like that with work.