could we be, maybe?

i can't shake it. this itchy feeling in the pit of my stomach. this feeling that i'm possibly, maybe, quite probably falling in love.


with india.

have i been there? no.

but i went to hawai'i, you see. and while i was there, the clintman and i went exploring in hippyville. what we found may have quite possibly changed my life forever.

i found india again. yes again.

in a little store. there was india everywhere. in frames, on beds, on the windows, on wooden hangers, splayed on walls, across the floor. india to rest your feet on, india to put your feet in. india to wear, india to taste, india to smell (well not for clint to smell), india to write in, india to rest your head upon.

india to love.

and now i want to go and to see and to love and to know all that india is. but maybe i will never be able to go to india because that one time i sat on the elephant at the hare krishna temple and i'm really very sorry. really.

but i don't think i should be banished. not quite yet, please? because you see... india has really always been there inside me. really.
like that time when i had an indian friend in first grade. she was lovely. skinny as a rail, big eyes, hair the color of ebony dreams, seriously. but it was her grandmother who planted the seed of wonder in my tiny 6-year-old soul. she made me a satchel. not just any satchel. hand-woven. bright reds and greens and yellows. just for me.

their house smelled lovely. and the grandmother had great big holes in her ears that hung low low low so you could see through them. and she was gentle.

around the same time i met sushmita and sanje. they worked with my dad and dressed in suits. but at home she wore a sari and her bindi, and she was stunning. she glowed in her home. and he was so kind. and the air smelled like spices. and i fell in love again and again but refrained from touching all the pretty things on the shelves.

so you see, it was inevitable that i walk into that shop in hawai'i with my clint. and find india again.

{serenity in the fabric and the trees and the graceful movement}

{oh, the colors! don't they just make you want to live!?}

{flowers blooming out of the dessert sand}

{isn't she beautiful? eyes like thunder.}

now i will collect treasures from here and fill my life with colors and spices and try to share the love with everyone else and wait for the day when i can visit.

because india, could we maybe be sisters, you and i?





do YOU have any loves like this?