I’ve been home for 3-months now, but I still feel like I’m traveling. This is a good sign. I’ve landed this ship with ease, and with so much thanks to the incredible amount of support I’ve received from from close friends and family. The bay is a wonderful place to call home.
At this moment I’m sitting on my bed glowing fully with gratefulness, optimism, and love. Grateful for all the opportunity that has come my way, grateful for the wonderful food that nourishes my body, grateful for all the teachers that have shown themselves in my life in their many forms, grateful for friends, community, creation. Optimistic for the potential of the future, that it will all work out, that it’s all okay, no really it is all okay. Love. So much love. A love in my heart that wants to give give give, a love that can only be expressed while staring into the eyes of another at your side, a love for a brother, for a sister, for family, for community, for music, for dance, for the endless and infinite expression of life.
My Daily Mantra:
We are so blessed. We are so loved.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I put my camera down for a few months, though so much has happened. Below are a few photos from my remaining time in Nepal, Indonesia, and more recently Burning Man.
The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guides you more wisely than your head. There’s nowhere else in the world where that’s quite so true.
There are so many things I want to say about India, but it’s too much. To much to put into words really. Anyone who’s spent some time here knows this. India is everything…sometimes everything all at once. When you slow down enough you really begin to experience the magic of this holy land.
My stream of thoughts when I think of India:
Warm chai around every corner which breaks days up into many moments while you sit and sip and sip and sip. The symphony of horns that fill the streets…and not just regular horns, horns that play a crescendo of notes. The hypnotic sounds of puja (prayer) that echo from the temples in the mornings and evenings. Head wobbles. The raw displays of human life. Cows, goats, donkeys, monkeys, cats and dogs all sharing the streets all with mutual respect. The color that fills the walls of every building. The way richness is measured by the well-being in your mind and your heart and not by your pockets. Sitting on the side of the train as the countryside blurs by and the sunsets while you feel an overwhelming sense of freedom and peaceful.
India…you have my heart.
There were Africans, Arabs, Europeans, and Indians. Languages and music changed with every step, and every restaurant spilled a different scent into the boiling air.
Below are Io and Lance’s beautiful weddings rings. I’m so honored to know you two and grateful to have been a part of your wedding. May you both be blessed with grace, love, ease, and adventure throughout your marriage.