Coming back Home.

So I make a comeback.

And this always happens with me when I am distracted and the temptation that distracts me has been identified by my soul. And my soul finds this as a diversion from the right path. So I begin to write.

To feel connected to myself again.

I don't care if my blog is ever read by even one person. This is a substitution for my poor old paper diary. When I went back to India two weeks ago, I leafed through my dear diary. I read some of the entries.

I have become so much disconnected from myself.
I have lost my energy in useless purchases. I need to realize the right merchandise in which to invest my limited treasure. I can't spend my treasure, including energy and time in something that doesn't lead me to my destination. I realize how my vision has been clouded since I started sojourning with the man who doesn't realize the truth.

O Lord, I pray to thee. My benevolent one, bless me with your love and affection. After you bless me, make me realize this blessing.

Yours Again
Traveller