My favourite thing about travel in India is how every moment seems like a glimpse into a reality that feels special and sacred. It’s almost like I’m peering into a looking glass and a time capsule of history and culture all beems back to me in this fantastical shade of allure.
At the same time, this world I see is one I am afforded because I am a foreigner.
Over the duration of my trip, I spent a lot of time thinking of the privilege of choice~ especially how in the West we seem to have almost this “imposition” of too much to choose from. When really, we have so much to gain from the perspective of how lucky it is to be afforded this luxury.
So while that looking glass offers me magic into everyday moments, it’s also offers me an opportunity to experience, listen and learn from others and be grateful for all that I have.
There is so much to say about the state of the world.
We watch in fear, horror and despair as it feels our lives are being orchestrated by people who wield power in monstrous ways.
And yet, time and time again, the strength of the human spirit endures. Even through the depths of suffering, love continues to show us a path forward.
Hope is a promise, a quiet medicine that is powerful beyond belief. And something we must never lose.
