Musings from India

Musings from India

The early morning silence of my parents’ home greets me

 I wax and wane to the ebb and flow of jet lag

Today I’m not fighting it

I’m embracing the moment and the solitude

A full moon shines in the sky as the vibrant city wakes up to the Hindu festival of Guru Poornima

In honor of all teachers, guides, mentors, gurus

I can feel the contrast and the celebration of shadow and light

Of darkness and brightness, of enlightenment and ignorance

The beautiful powerful paradox of all that India is and all that is Indian within me

I have absorbed the sights and sounds of the land of my heritage, my epigenetics, my ancestry, my history

I have felt the resistance and the rush rise within me as India reminds me that she moves at her own pace

I feel that letting go, that sweet surrender to the color, chaos, confusion, culture, community and cohesiveness that is Chennai

I offer gratitude for the grace

On this auspicious holy morning, I pray for peace inside, peace outside, peace on earth

The light in me honors the light in you.