My good brothers and sisters,
There is a persistent breeze blowing through Delhi this blue-skied spring morning. It is this breeze that swirls within and looses the remaining ties of my soul to this place.
Yesterday marked a cleaning out of desk drawers, today a second-to-last Costa coffee and tomorrow a 'yard sale' (give away) to my cleaning lady (whose daughter marries next month), garbage collector, and newspaper recycler.
I expect that all that shall return with me will fill two suitcases, my lone Indian treasure being a beautiful shawl given to me by the team I've worked with over these last five years. Otherwise, the riches I bring back are those empty spaces freed up by all the layers of me worn away by India. And an awareness of the layers still to go.
My next adventure is yet to be determined. This breeze must first carry me home. However, as with the initial pull to India (and South Africa before), there is a similar gravity to what may come. Perhaps it will be in the land of Dr. King... though we shall see.
I am eager for my long overdue homecoming and to reconnecting with many of you. I look forward to sharing reflections on the unfolding journey, particularly as they arise within this cusp of transition. I apologize that it's been a bit quiet over these last few months - I've found myself caught up in the whirlwind of bringing this life to a close.
Peace and much love,
Gared
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