After watching the Shiva ceremony at Pashupati, we return to our rooftop in Sanepa, and gaze out on all the fires lit up across the city, their golden fumes illuminating the dusty, concrete backdrop. Eventually, we will all burn in the fire, but not us, not here, not now. We have more seeds to plant, entering a new cycle of creation. Burning up the old patterns, creating space for other constellations, watching growth out of decay - whether its in a Kathmandu vegetable patch, or in the garden of the mind.