At 3 PM we left after lunch and headed into town. The traffic was buzzing as if it had never stopped. The cars are like blood cells in a clogged artery. We were dropped off at Sanjay's house to exchange our U.S. dollars for Rupees.
Sanjay knows Amravati. Amravati (Katherine) is my kindergarten/life teacher and a very close family friend. They had both sat with Papaji for several years. He was so kind, as all of them are. When we were in his house he served us chai tea, nuts, potato chips and this odd (quite tasty) chickpea dessert. It was almost like shredded spoonfuls cereal, but it tasted much different. Indians covet their sweets. We walked behind him letting him lead the way through the ruckus of the city.
Today was different, we ventured out for the first time from our home. I don't think I would say I've had a culture shock, it's more just complete awe and an attempted understanding of what the locals lives are like. Everyday I learn something new. Not to worry, to be confident, to be radically self reliant, to trust, to be creative, have imagination, and love.
So much happiness is felt here among the people, from the people and reflected back back to the people.
There is a clear and evident ease and peace with every honking horn and speeding car.
This morning, Ruby woke me up at 7:25 to see the milking of several beautiful cows and their precious little calfs. We watched the milkers drain the full udders and fill metal buckets to the brim with fresh raw cows milk. I remember going to my kindergarden teachers house and milking her goats while having the sweetest conversations about when I was young.
I am adjusting still to this new environment. Everything I see opens my eyes even more. I am eager to wake and fall asleep, while in between I see things that are new and feel things that are unique.
This place holds a magic, some enchantment of sorts.
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