∘ ✧ ∘6 Dec 2016; 4:27PM
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'Capturing magical moments as they happen isn’t exactly my forte and though these words convey so little of my trip, there couldn’t possibly be any to do it justice nor bring it to life. As with all of life, the journey happens within the Self, especially when your feet move as slowly as mine do upon the soil.
As soon as I arrived in Delhi, in time for a smoggy sunrise I watched on the bus, with tears in my eyes from the overwhelm of gratitude I felt being in a country that has pulled on my heart strings for over a decade and welcomed me for the first time just months before, I made an internal plea to Mother India ‘Do to me as you please… but be gentle with me. Please be gentle with me’.
After an 18 hour sleepless flight, that teary bus ride & the feeling of being strangely at home in this complex country, I went to the Domestic airport for my flight up North. 10 hours waiting, much tiredness and a few new friends later, I found out the flight was cancelled. My gosh did I laugh! OFCOURSE it was cancelled. Not just because flights in India are at best unreliable but because if India teaches you nothing else, She teaches you to surrender; to the journey, to the magic, to the turbulence;
- S U R R E N D E R -
-to India and all its complexity, to all its trials and all its many delays and exhausting paradoxes; its beauty and its ugliness, its mysticism & magic and undoubtably the many, many harsh realities that forms its existence. Surrender, not because you want to but because you need to; because if you don’t, you will fight; every exhausting moment and mile of the way.
So surrender I did with hands and heart wide open.
I learnt plenty, fell in love (with One deeper and with others afresh), cried, laughed, danced, sung and my gosh, did I FEEL… so acutely, so deeply and often so intensely it felt as if this human body couldn’t possibly contain it all. And many times, it didnt and these… these were the best moments.
And for the many photographs I didnt take, so many moments were truly LIVED… so much LOVE was genuinely shared and felt, so many millions of picturesque moments were relished and too, so many far~from~picture~perfect moments blessed, nurtured, pushed, triggered, hurt and inevitably healed me.
A little deeper.
A little more.
A little further along the journey...
India (and all the people that make up my memories of you)…
how I love you so!'
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Pics collected from Pinterest