We were young, eager, and guests to the land. We were there to learn about the circles of life and oneness (but also circles of differentiated values). The reason and damage of hierarchies. We practiced yoga in a circle in the mornings, we ran in the crisp mountain air as the sun set, and we walked through forests at night holding hands. I still remember the curiosity of the young students, the hopeful seedling of resistance on organic farms, and the reverence as locals released candles floating on leaves down the Ganges. The ideas discussed in that airport 4 years ago as we spent a night on the airport floor, still swirl in my head like the smell of cinnamon and chai from the bakery at the top of the lane.
Always in your light,