I Might Just Be A Tad Bit Crazy

It honestly didn't strike me that picking up and moving across the world to an Indian village to work with an NGO that I only knew a couple things about was crazy. It really didn't.

I just sort of figured that that is what you do when you're 21 and you're in love with living and seeing the sun rise over an Eastern sky makes your heart soar. I started to get small again after Ghana, to get too comfortable. I needed something BIG. Something to shake the dirt off and leave my soul bare. So I figured hey, why not. Constant stomach discomfort? Adventure? India? Where do I sign up?

Then the very nice young man on my plane to Seoul very politely suggested that that was not something a normal person does. "You're going to India? For 10 months? BY YOURSELF!?" Oh, right. Not so normal.

Every day here is an emotional roller coaster. Gosh, the highs and lows. In two weeks I have already developed a love-hate relationship with India. But it's passionate. And there's nothing I want in life more than passion: passion in love, in dance, in movement, in speech, in seeking and finding and stumbling in between.

And it's dangerous, I suppose. Letting your heart write your life story, allowing it to lead-- always four steps ahead of your body, bounding forward into the deep unknown. Because somehow it led me to a remote village and left me awkwardly confusing Punjabi words and trying to devise different ways to remove my intestines but still be able to digest food and falling so madly in love with life that I am not ashamed about my sappy hippy feelings about beauty and passion and heart.

Yes. I just might be a tad bit crazy.

Because I take shared taxis with 9 squished people to the Pakistani border:

And I shower here (often accompanied by a gecko who appears to have a thing for brunettes):

And as a result of this crazy living, I am absolutely overwhelmed by beauty everywhere I go: