Feeling Flanked
•Posted on March 30 2022
It is the 5th of March 2020 Rajasthan
I am waking hours before the finches this morning, readying myself for the journey back home.
I will miss the shanti, the curd, the street food, the moments by the lake, my humble little room, the belly laughs with the locals and the sweetest simplicity I found here and hope to take a big part of what I discovered for as long as I can, home.
My heart cracked wide open yet again, and a lot has happened during the last 5 weeks here in Pushkar, as it always does.
I am crazy with excitement to get home, to see my sons, and be with my beautiful sisters.
I am so grateful for the incredible connections I made, for all the work that got done literally into the last hour (I very closely lost faith that it would!!) and what I saw in me as resilience.
This time, India gave me full power, tonnes of selfworth, and a big voice that will never let me down agian;
I am so thankful for how she conducted it, with such grace & support.
I feel flanked by god-knows-what!!!
I don't know when I'll be back next; I just know anything is possible.
A strange feeling of very ready to go home, but in deep despair to leave this time, surrounds me.
Something feels very different and there's no words.
I can hear tabla drums in the far distance, and the air is thick with burning wood from the courtyard.
It's a fresh, and it's almost nearly spring.
As the mammoth heavy timber doors to the guesthouse swing open, the cool night breeze from the dessert hits me, and the happy smiling face of my taxi driver meets me.
Wow, I think I'm torn between worlds, and there is so much gratitude.
A life LIVED in wonder really is an incredible privilege.
I'm on my way.
Deeper with trust.
Little did I know that restrictions to travel would change our world.......
