Only in India
This is the place where one can truly practice the art of yoga: breath, focus, acceptance, kindness, awareness... Because what else is there? Here I sit under a pitched roof, hundreds of years old, listening to the honks and chirping, earlier the mid-day prayers and for chatting and I am watching the flags wave in the wind.
The metaphor for the trip, as my friend said: someone gave you a bolt, what looked like a car part and you took it and you began building a car. It was a wedding that started the building of this trip. A wedding in India. What a better what to start? A day, a precious union in a strangers life would be the catalyst for me to explore the world. So I booked my ticket. One way to India. I am here. I have met said couple and I am thrilled to be apart of their celebration. Theirs is a modern day love story, one that gives me hope and one that has brought people from all over: friends, family, and a stranger to India to celebrate LOVE.
And so it begins, as it often does... With once upon a time and ends with happily ever after. A girl, a boy, a hope, a possibility... For union, for companionship, for love. I won't tell you their story; it is not mine to tell.
My story is about a girl who is looking for home. And her journey begins by leaving everything she knows and traveling to a world not of her own... To heal old wounds and to educate her endless search and to celebrate the inner workings of the divine. And it begins in India.