Wandering journey of the soul
The emotion is strong ... Each day this little corner of India makes me constantly in awe. The impregnation of a region of the world which still conserves its entire soul and identity, here the essentials subsists! As the days go by, advancing towards these remote villages, renouncement of the daily routine, rediscovering myself, the immersion comes about. I experience "one" with this "other" at the same different and so close. Seeing, hearing, feeling, observing the welcome, sharing, meeting ... so many women and children who accept when we approach them. Ties are created in the magic of the moment, presence within yourself, to go towards him, towards her, close to them in the opening of your heart. It's full of colour everywhere, it's good; it's life beneath my bear fee ... my eyes wide open ... a handful of life, a human journey ... an offering of tea as you follow the path.
The meeting with the children, who I greet warmly, is an invitation to rediscover my own childhood, revealing to me perhaps, the true sense of Innoncence. I live the alliance of thought and heart to make contact again with what is the most profound, like a spiral of light drawing in the senses one after the other. Is it not said: "unless you become a child, you cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven. "I remember all these ephemeral and unforgettable moments with a smile on my lips and my eyes full of happiness. Fantastic encounters, assisted by our "guardian angel", our guide, who seems to have been chosen to open the doors to other realities and light the path with all his humanity.
A fascinating journey to the land of spices, coloured saris, arranged marriages. I approached smiling women deploying a deep and wise strength, carrying ideals, creative capacities, commitment, beyond submission and poverty, these beautiful faces full of light reveal perhaps "free women", moving forwards as if they were sliding across the floor. Women, children, revealing a wisdom which we must rediscover, which has never really left us.
Entering into the "Indian land" is like an entrance into priesthood, in a universe which suddenly changes scale, where needs must be reduced to a minimum and where excess has no place. Yet, the society in which I have been evolving for the last two weeks seems to me like a world filled with beauty and sacredness. Preserved in its setting, far from the perpetual distractions and excesses to which the technicity of mondialisation have cornered the "Western World", I am brought back to the purity of life.
While the country sleeps, I am awoken by the racket that agitates the towns, vibrant with a particular frantic atmosphere, with movement in all directions. Yet, the way of life which reveals itself in all its harshness seems to swim in a halo of peace, of gentleness and of nonchalance. between delicacy and discretion, I discover that no cliché comes to limit my imagination and the strength of the memory of Sri Devy, Madan, Sheila, is only more present.
I stay under the spell of India in its incredible diversity and vitality. It whispers that ardent truth to have never broken the connection with its origins, that extraordinary continuity. This was more than a journey in space and time, more than a simple trip, an authentic journey.
Abandoning my culture, and my certitudes, my questions in a land of poets and legends. It is the India of colours and the "silent noise" of life, there where beliefs are fullfilled with a communicative happiness when through all the doors, the crowd invades the temple in a continuous flow. A lesson of tolerance, humility and fraternity.
I feel a discoverer who prefers to approach the Indian culture without offending it, to live together differently and feel the inner strength as an immersion in life which regenerates, acting for the greater good of all.
Isabelle