People said, you will be overwhelmed, you will get sick, and you will love it. I didn't get sick, and I wasn't overwhelmed, but the last part turned out to be true. I did love it! In fact, India felt like love itself.
It's a place where the spiritual IS the everyday. What a wonderful experience, like getting a warm and chaotic hug, so different than where I live in the U.S., where the sacred exists but is somehow separate, to be pursued or not, depending on where you fall and how you bend. I haven't digested it. It's only the beginning. All I know is, I could feel my heart opening. I'll post more next week. (happy, thank you, more please).
I was there because the good people at AJWS invited me once again to document their study tour, this time in southern India: Hyderabad, Bangalore, and the country side of Telangana. Please read my previous post on Guatemala to get a sense of who AJWS is and my admiration for their work and the human rights activists (especially women) they work with. I met so many bad ass women (I'm talking about you Praneeta, Rama, Devrashi, and Shumona!) whose playfulness and warmth belie their fierceness and diligence in fighting for women and girls, for LGBTQI rights, and for access to land and resources among many other things.