Run With a Stranger
•Posted on March 30 2022
I decided one very clear thing before I left Australia:
And that was to be completely open to experiences which will enrich my life & my big heart.
With that decision made, an excited universe very quickly jumped on board and been putting incredible people on my path to facilitate just that.
So, the start of week 3 and I arrive in Varanasi almost right on sunset, (I am blessed to always have sunsets or sunrises at my arrival in new places).
Found myself a simple shoebox for a room, narrow tower like, big enough for my boots, my bag and an extra short single bed, (I'm tall!!!)
BUT with a Ganga water view to die for;
with people hugging you deeply with their souls in their eyes;
with pots of hot spicy masala chai waiting to warm the bones after strolling the streets late at night, tripping over sleepy dogs, duck and dive goats and holy cows and hungry begging babas, wearing their smiles like sunrays and dreadlocks wanting to tell long smouldering fireside stories.
I got unexpectedly pulled into ceremony by a local, a complete stranger (MAYBE NOT SO STRANGE ACTUALLY), took me by interlocked hand and ran me through the narrowest back streets (didn't feel so shanti actually!!), short cuts to make it just in time and get the front steps, full view, heart-to-heart with the locals and their devotion to their beliefs.
I sing words I've never sung before 😲💗
Adventured through the entire ceremony as if in a complete trance.
So blessed and so spent as I sit here in my tiny bed sensing a deep sleep falling like a shadow over me, thinking, how did I become so damn lucky?!!!
The smell of wood, smoke, darkness, death, warmth hangs heady and heavy here in Old Varanasi, as she ALWAYS CELEBRATES LIFE 🖤
