Yesterday I purchased my airline tickets for my much anticipated trip to India. To get there I must fly for seventeen hours, with a three hour layover in London, and when I arrive in Chennai, it will be two days after I have left New York. Swami Saradananda will meet me when I land, and after a couple of days in Chennai, we will travel south by train to Pondicherry and Auroville. We will continue on to Kerala where, Swami tells me, we will use a beach house as our home base. From there we will most likely take several other trips to I don't know where.
I am excited. I am scared. I don't know what to expect and I am surrendering myself to whatever will be. I am remarkably blessed to be able to take this kind of trip with someone who has lived in India off and on for the last thirty years, and who I've known all my life. I know I am in good hands with her and with the universe, and that I will be taken care of.