Tomorrow it will be a week since I left the Ashram, which I was allowed to call home for eight months. It’s strange, but I miss a lot about the ashram: The total free time to spend my time, my own spacious living room including roof terrace and the authentic Indian ambience. You can hardly compare this place with the Ashram. They are two worlds in and of themselves, and suddenly being part of an intimate group called family adds to this contrast. Both have their charm.
As I have already written, I enjoy being a dad and being helpful with my experience in dealing with children and all the other knowledge. Nevertheless, I am still in the process of adapting and testing the limits of my time and energy. Officially it should be 4-5 hours a day in which I should help with my physical and psychological presence, but for the last few days I was part of the family circus for almost the entire time.