I live, die, breathe in the technological US. But I dream of India… So I have never been there in person, at least not yet in this incarnation..
I eat, sleep, and breathe in the flavors and images of India. Dream of these Deities they began to visit me before I even knew they existed.
India, my mother-land… the mother that I’ve never had. If home is where the heart is… my heart is with the people and the spirits of the Vedas, with India.
To feel as if I am still alive I immerse myself with pictures off the internet… imagining what it would feel like to be there and how much I would love to experience it… oh the feeling I will get to set foot in India.
My people, my pride, my spirit says this is right… that tingle in my stomach awaiting the the day I can get online and book it… that golden ticket my heart will fly home on a jet; and then one day I won’t have to just look at these oh so beautiful images on my internet…
I’ll make touch down. Bare-feet on the soil, the Vedas ground…
Now THIS is our India…
