I’m dedicating a blog post to the incredible women I met picking tea leaves in the hills of Munnar, South India. They made my heart burst. They are some of the hardest working women I have ever had the privilege to meet. They surrounded me with smiles and stories and each wanted their photo taken. So here, I want to share the grace & dignity that oozed from these wonderful women. I was unable to write down their names… but I can still feel their energy now. Powerful, beautiful. They reinforced a personal mantra that started swirling around in my mind when my journey of consciousness escalated in the autumn of 2013….
Grace is beauty.
A reminder to myself in those moments when fears and insecurities start to over power the true and authentic me… when my Ego is triumphing over my Soul. It is a call to myself to awaken… and to do so gracefully. To not let old fear-based habits take over, just because they used to. Just because they could. Now I can add calling on the strength of these women to those moments when I stumble, feel weak, or lose my way a little.
Deeply grateful. What helps your Soul shine through a stormy moment?
Journal Excerpt: 26th November 2013
Location: Train route from Calicut – Alleppey
A forced break… I thank the all knowing Universe for giving me the time to sit and reflect, breathe in and out, recuperate and relax. If only for a moment. Awaiting a train in Calicut that will take us from the rural, mountainous, luscious green to the coast of Cochin. I feel tired but awakened.
The change in climate is already noticeable and I welcome the renewed warmth of the sun kissing my skin after feeling cold up in the Western Ghats. The air is thick, people plenty, breeze refreshing. I feel as though I could be in Lagos. People here that I have met thus far have so much grace, dignity and a raw honesty that throws me for a loop… I’m unsure what to make of it other than to embrace it wholeheartedly and continue to try and emit only my own truths to myself and others.
I’m slowly catching the most wonderful infection I’ve ever had… SMILING.
Smiles here are natural, beautiful, pure and they are everywhere. Just like colour, India is unafraid to cover every corner with a smile. I love it. A simple smile, even just the slight upward turning of one corner of my mouth is met with ear to ear, bright, beaming, honest smiles. My heart is warmed. I consciously start smiling at anyone whose eye I catch and I am rewarded every time with yet another delightful smile. I make a silent vow to myself to keep this infection as long as I can… not just here in India but wherever my journey takes me next. I already feel as though I will need to be reminded of this when I return to the UK. But I will think of that then… for now I am completely and deliciously here, in yet another perfect moment.
I am grateful to be alive.
I am grateful to be.