Timeless India

Thank you to everyone who has helped me on my path. To everyone who has helped me explore and fall ever deeper in love with India.
Timeless India:

                Many people have asked me why I started traveling to India at all and the only answer I can give is that India called me to her. Traveling through that country you realize that India is not simply a patch of earth but a vibrant living thing. Bharat Mata is a name given by locals meaning Mother India and she is just that and for some inexplicable reason all my life I felt a pull by Mother India almost as a human calls her child home, I felt as if I were being called home.          

       India is a land of multiplicities. Everything is in seen in multiples of each other; god is seen in millions of forms, the sheer amount of languages being spoken numbers in the hundreds and the cultures and peoples associated with these are even more numerous. Ageless India and yet on the verge of becoming a Twenty-first century world power; one can find bronze and iron age chants still being sung in temples that are almost as old while skyscrapers reach to the heavens even taller than the temples, dances that have been danced for a millennia are performed while Bollywood and more contemporary styles bring together fusions of the ancient and new.          


         India is also a land of paradoxes. Unbelievable beauty exists among her architecture, music, landscape, and culture while poverty is an all to apparent problem. India almost seems to exist in the past, present and future at one time. Relying on the timeless practices and rituals the she has followed since before even civilization yet striving so quickly for the future that parts of her are left in all three times.              
    This is why I have fallen in love with my Mother India. With all her variations she is a beautiful young maiden and a harsh and ancient crone. She is a symbol of peace in so many ways and yet she has been invaded since time immemorial, India has survived and changed and grown. India never dies and at times it seems India will outlast the world. She is haven to me as a port in the storm, as a mother is to her child… Mother India.