I’ve been writing a lot about India lately. I’ll be going back in less than two months and it’s been on my mind.
As I’ve mentioned before, India is not for everyone. But I don’t think you can know if it’s for you or not unless you visit. I have a few friends who have gone and their sentiment is, “I went, I’m glad I went, but I don’t need to go back.” I get it.
Others I know who have visited India are as perplexed as I am about why they want to keep going back.
Maybe it’s a particular city or town that draws them in. Or the food. Or the temples and architecture.
For me it’s a feeling. I am simultaneously lost and home. I am removed from the familiar and insanely present to my current surroundings.
Perhaps that’s the gift of traveling anywhere unfamiliar. You have to find your way. You cannot be the same you that sits on your back porch sipping coffee every morning. Or the same you that runs up to the grocery store for a forgotten item. You’re starting over, building who you are here – wherever here is.
India is kind in that way. Most Indians speak English. Most will smile and nod as you tantrum about the way it should be. Most will accept you as you are.
Visiting India can never be as simple as shopping in Jaipur, staying on a house boat in Goa or walking the grounds of the Taj Mahal.
That’s simply the first sentence.
I would love to take everyone I know to India. Its gifts are rare and unique and not always obvious and quick.
India takes its time with you. It’s in no hurry.
As I prepare to go back I work on letting go of expectations. Even though I’ve been to the same places many times there is always some nugget of wisdom waiting for me.
I wonder what it will be this time.
I do yoga. I meditate. I pray. I read uplifting inspirational books. But nothing connects me more to the Big Mystery than travel.
Traveling to a place like India or Mecca or the Vatican, of course, brings with it some spiritual or religious expectations. And I highly recommend you visit a powerful place that will fill your soul.
For the travel I’m referring to you don’t necessarily need a passport or plane ticket. You may not even need gas in your car.
Wandering in nature close to your home is all the farther you need to go. The travel part is more internal. The journey inward.
Here are some pointers for this short but potent trip:
- Put your phone in your pocket and use only in case of an emergency or to capture a moment on the camera.
- Sit or stand still for long moments.
- Look around slowly. S l o w l y…
- Notice everything. The butterfly, the leaves rustling. A bird. The sky.
- Close your eyes and breathe.
- Now, wander.
So much of travel – near or far – is clearing away the expectations and anticipations, including fear. This is the process of presence.
No matter how far you travel, BE in that space. Just BE.
I have friends who have no desire to travel. Some cite contentment right where they are, others a fear of foreign places and people and the rest, concern for their safety. To the first group, I say, “good on you.” But check to make sure you’re not confusing contentment with complacency.
To the rest, I say, fear is the doorway through which you find magic.
Excuses dressed up like perfectly logical reasons are tiny little anchors keeping you stuck.
One of the biggest gifts travel to another country has given me is the ability to have my prejudices and beliefs blasted to smithereens. The more my perceptions are deconstructed, the freer I become. Now, I step through the looking glass with wonder.
With wonder, there is little resistance, with little resistance there is freedom, with freedom there is joy.
Where will you go next?