Back in London

There is no sight....the sun is shining...the shops are closing.....the first night in Portobello ( staying in my old flat, with my old friend and her husband) I thought I was on the boat in Hong Kong. I was sea sick....I was so tired...so cold...and completely disorientated. I had done so much in 4 months that I couldn't really talk about it...where do you begin. Those that read the blog, didn't even ask me about my trip they knew it better than I did...they had even had discussions as to whether I should have done what I did, when I did....so bizarre...it is like travelling and being so obsessed with taking photographs that you forget to experience the moment. I also can't get into my house till the end of the month so I am sort of on holiday in London...the first morning back I went to the National Portrait Gallery with friends Marsha and Andy to see an exhibition by Jill Edelstein...I loved being back and having that feeling that I was seeing the best that culture had to offer...London's West End in the sunlight, grand buildings and tourists......familiarity...(how long would this phase last)......by the 2nd day I was contemplating going to a wedding in Israel....I just feel like prolonging the travelling till I am really at home.
MONEY no object...the ashrams tell you to hand it over, there is a big bank at the corner of Universe Street...you just ask to be provided for and if your heart is in the right place, they hand the money over. So I am up and waiting for a sign...if I see a Rabbi on a motorcycle I am going...very simple philosophy..it is called breaking the barriers ...walking towards the fear....I have today to making a booking to Tel a viv or not!!! ....