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Here it is… the Visa.

As I was filling out the paper work I got all nervous. Like somehow I was about to embark on some secret mission and if I didn’t fill everything out just right I would end up being taken away to some secret holding cell, poor lighting and a constantly dripping faucet. More simply, that I would be denied a visa and never see India’s sacred soil. As it turns out, it has been shown that I am an individual that can fill out paper work, pay a fee and trust that the good people of FedEx (and Trasvisa Outsourcing) can both deliver and return my precious passport with a fully valid visa. Thank you , thank you very much.

So… taking the leap, traipsing across the globe… trying not to freak out…

The last year or so has been a fairly trying one. In a good way. Life I suppose. A cracking open of sorts. An opening to a different level of understanding of myself and the world around me. What better time to jump in the deep end? Continue to peal back the layers of habitual conditioned learning? Stand in the fire and heal from the inside. And… have some curry while I’m at it.