Have you ever traveled somewhere that opens your senses in a way you can't quite find words to describe?
I'm in one of the oldest cities on earth, Varanasi. Also known as India's Holy City, on day 15 of a 20-day trip through India. I landed in the north, traveled through the south, and then returned to the north by plane, bus, train, tuk tuk, rickshaw, stayed overnight on a houseboat—you name it.
Transformation is in India's very essence. It's greater than anything I could have prepared myself for. I'm constantly flooded with sensory stimulation, and as I lean into the discomfort of what is different, I feel my heart awakening.
Continuously exploring what the Buddhists refer to as Bodhichitta—"a spontaneous wish to attain enlightenment motivated by great compassion for all sentient beings, accompanied by a falling away of the attachment to the illusion of an inherently existing self." Learning, accepting, listening to how I can learn and grow from the challenging, complex emotions I find myself bumping up against in a place like India.
My stomach is still a bit wonky from the food poisoning I had a few nights ago, but even that falls away as I ground myself in each moment. I'm ready to absorb all that this country is offering. I'm on a group yoga retreat with an unbelievable tribe that includes my boyfriend, Erik, and yet I have had countless independent experiences that have heightened my experience and made it even more special.