I can't say I'm inclined to walkabout, but I'm sure looking forward to blowing this high desert pop-stand for something more along the lines of a life.

>>Does anyone ever get that feeling?

Abolutely. Well, except the sans undergarment part. Commando has never been my thing...:-)

the itinerant lifestyle holds a lot of appeal for me, both in terms of more rigorous sadhana and int erms of experiening more of life and breaking my etablished patterns. I've actually come pretty close a couple of times, but my unhealthy attahment to my library (I have far too many books to ask anybody to store for a few years) is what has stopped me. Everything else I own, I could part with easily, but the thought of loosing my books is like a ball and chain...

All the time..

Is it possible in the West?, I mean the atmosphere is so immersed with egotism and ignorance, you would just be another hobo and treated as such. Some of us had the good (or is it bad?) fortune to be born in the West, where we can get every form of material intoxication as long as we stay in our cages. I fantasize about taking a plane to India, slowly work to the point I'm allways in the lap of my Mother...feeling completely safe and loved, to finally tear up my passport and take residence inside a nice cave. Hari Om!

You never did come back.