i look at her and all i see is purity. sweetness. understanding. she appears as refuge to me. as hope. as peace. 

it's been challenging re-integrating into my day to day. defining my roles, finding meaning  and joy in the slowness after such an adventure. i'm craving the sensory overload of india, and, at the same time, keeping mostly to myself, quiet and at home.  fall is a familiar time of introspection for me. a season that has been filled with stirrings and self-examination in years past. i am remembering. and i am also noting how this year is different. how the train of awakening continues to move forward, even in the in-between time. 

nothing else is scheduled yet, which beckons both fervor and inertia in me. it's a little uncomfortable. but i am doing my best to let it be. to stay in the cave working with the bounty that i returned with. staying open to whatever comes and trusting that, when it does, i will be conscious enough to say yes. and i am finding deep gratitude for the purity and sweetness inherent in all aspects of my life. on adventure and at home. 

all the while, i'll keep sharing. even when it's all disassembled and scattered. because it is the wellspring of our connection to one another that keeps me alive. and because i cannot imagine keeping it all for myself. 

see below the (very choppy) video i took on my last night in india, as we stumbled, yet again, upon more celebration and festivity. in india, there is always an opportunity to dance with the divine…