Since returning home to Australia in October last year I’ve found myself hungering for the stimulation, vibrance and quality of conversation w my peers and professors alike at @ucl and in the subsequent travel months romanticising after the Indian monsoon, European heat wave and NZ winter melancholy. I’ve never experienced a period where I was so connected to my senses, surroundings, bodily and embodied self and so appreciative of the ability to examine and discuss thoughts and ideas with my loved ones. Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to have been introduced to my soul mate @dan_double_u_ and have begun a life brimming with deliciousness, belly laughs, passion, beauty and a profound depth of feeling and alongside this to have the opportunity to be working in the disability sector and giving back to my local community. Yet the sense of inertia grows daily: to do more, think more, see more, say more and be more. My best friends who happen to be my parents are currently on a 2 month spiritual pilgrimage, enjoying the overwhelming frenzy of sights, smells, sounds and bodily responses (pleasant and not so) that travel offers in such abundant supply. Though I’m Aussie-based I find myself Rishikeesh-dreaming, of loose threads of saris, firmly plaited scented & oiled hair, wilting flowers, prayers and gentle song. It’s as though I’m there and thus on the precipice of change spurred on by the dreamiest of dreams featuring Indian-coloured hues.