The Mangroves is open. On the last day of the first month of this New Year a dream completed. A few days short of eight months and the retreat is finished. Not fully so, but it is habitable.
The last week was a bitter sweet one, from the darkness I found my way back to the light and happy I am.
The rituals for moving to a new house include the boiling of milk, allowing it to overflow, to lighting the hearth for the preparation of the first meal. Each act undertaken at a pre determined auspicious time based upon ones own birth.
The nights so far have proven to be cool ones, marred only by the presence of mosquitoes - easily solved by the use of a net.