Glasgow Bound

Well, here I am it is Day 2 of the Glasgow Karuna Women's Appeal. I find myself, on fundraising appeal for Karuna all over again. Today I feel excited, a little sad, pleased, joyful, fearful, and tearful...aha, I think, I'm on appeal again... Tonight we'll go out and scout our streets again. I will take incense...This appeal feels quite different to the last one. We are a team of five women, plus Santavajri, our appeal team leader. I think I am suffering from culture shock. I am, afterall, in a different country, in a city with a distinctive history and culture. It is a far cry from my home in London here. It feels closer to Yorkshire culture wise, but also incredibly different. Part of me feels like a tourist, a stranger, and part of me can't wait to explore and meet the locals. Anna and I go running on Sunday morning, we say hello to all the joggers we meet, and they say hello back, often with the biggest friendliest grins. The people at the bus stops talk to us, and the people in the shops seem much more friendly than that grim London busy act that most people put on down there. I think it bodes well for door knocking. On my way back from running I think about having the problem of not being able to get away from people's houses here, of people wanting to chat, and have me in for a cup of tea. Then I think, that's not really a problem is it? That would be a delight.