One year ago today I was boarding a plane in Boston bound for Delhi, India… I had a backpack, one-way ticket and a whole bunch of hopes, dreams, ideas, fo’ real anxieties, fears and even (some) strangely calming confidence coursing through my veins about what I was embarking upon. Even though I have now been home for almost as long as I was farming, traveling and living in India, I still have trouble articulating what exactly happened during those six months. Things that I am certain of: I am certain that I gained a much more intimate knowledge my physical body and soul. Given the priceless gifts of time, space, attention, and care, I was actually able to heal broken parts of my being that I had long ago considered unfixable, dismissed and forgotten about. I am also certain that the biggest lessons from my journey in India are still unfolding …
In addition to this, all I will say at this time is that I realize how fortunate I was to be able to give myself time to travel alone, and that I am sincerely grateful for every gift of friendship, knowledge, skill, laughter, tears, courage, humility and so on, that I have received as a result.
This will not be my last blog post.
Reflections will surely continue to surface. Most importantly, I soon expect be able to reflect on my experiences on farms in the valley, mountains and within a “universal town” in South East India. . .