Welcome, you gorgeous being!
Even though I may not know you personally, I know you are worthy of love. I know you are a gift to humanity. And I know you probably need a dedicated cheerleader, a loving advocate. I know you are me, and I am you. We are healing, growing, loving, falling down, getting back up again. We are a force that can change the world.
In my dream all people recognize their worth, their wisdom, the healing power of their laughter. We hold hands across nations, across religions, across divisions. We weave a web of acceptance, respect, love, forgiveness.
Sound good to you? Then join in an Inner Revolution.
It’s time to bring the real you forward. Not who you think you are supposed to be or who you wish you were, but the person you were meant to be. Bring it on!
On being a pilgrim, near or far
A few days from now I will leave our small group of pilgrims, who have come to India to drink the beauty and spirit of this land and her people, to join (literally) millions of people along the edge of the most sacred river in the world: the Ganges.
Since I was a little girl I’ve been coming to India, first to see the Taj Mahal with my parents, and later as an adult to visit my mother and father when they moved to South India for my dad’s job. India is in my bones; the swirl of her colors, poverty, devotion, and pollution all live within me. For years I yearned to be on the inside, to directly experience India instead of always peeking from the outside, like watching fish in an aquarium. I wanted to swim, to breathe the exalted air of India through my gills, to know her song through and through.
Then in 2017, I was invited to co-lead a journey with a dear friend who had lived in India for more than a dozen years. We were to go not as tourists, but as pilgrims. I said yes immediately.
My dream of immersing in the waters of India was realized, both literally and figuratively. We prayed in ancient temples. We bowed and did “puja” with the temple priests before huge marble statues of saints. We dipped in the cold, clear waters of the Ganges up in the north, and from a slender boat on the very same river much further downstream in Varanasi, the water now dark and cloudy, we watched bodies burning in the ghats. I spontaneously wept in front of an ancient carved, painted rock that has been worshipped as the Divine Mother for over a millennium.