I wrote this on the plane…
Reflections, on our way home from Delhi…
As I sit here 38,000 feet above Afghanistan winging our way toward Newark, I find it difficult to believe that we were in India for two full months…nearly 17% of 2009. Words can’t describe…crowded, chaotic, cathartic, joyful, tearful, noisy, odorous, awe-inspiring, heart wrenching, mind expanding, thought provoking, inspiring, defeating, giving, depleting, supporting, undermining, sensual, hopeful, hopeless, overwhelming, unrelenting, hot, humid, acrid, intimidating, generous, greedy, caring, polluted, misunderstood, underestimated, inefficient, confused, ancient, youthful, beautiful, grotesque, confusing, mysterious…the list could go on forever and India is all of this rolled into one. It unfolds itself to you piece by piece and you cannot rush the discovery nor slow it down…it has it’s own pace and it seeps into you in ways you never imagined. It assaults and enlivens your senses all at once and the only way to really view it is in reflection…the layers overlap and overwhelm and seep into you slowly…slowly…only time will grant perspective.
Now that we are actually here at home, it is already difficult to place myself back in that space. It all seems surreal and life pours itself over you in a deluge. The trip home went smoothly, flights on time, luggage all present, car started right up! We arrived here to find flowers, welcome home notes, freshly made cookies and a bottle of wine on our doorstep and some groceries and dinner already made in our refrigerator thanks to our wonderful family, friends, and neighbors. Now the focus must be on going forward with the work that needs to be done to get Bret back on his feet. Long road ahead…………….