Full Moon in Libra... or confessions of a Libra girl!
Full Moon. Libra is about relationships, partnerships, commonalities. Its also about art, beauty, order, comfort and all things luxury. Libras are known among other things to seek out peace, harmony, beautiful surroundings and all things art. So rather then go into the forecast, or in depth meaning of the Full Moon in Libra, I thought I would give you a little confessional of what a Libra does when traveling out of a back pack into a developing country.
1. You can take the girl out of organic natural body product obsessed California, but you can't take the products away from the girl. I traveled to India with 4 bottles of Aveda Sap Moss shampoo and condition, plus a deep conditioner to use every other week to rehydrate my hair. I also brought with me Aveda body soap, and an all natural bristle dry brush to keep the skin nice and supple! These of course were used in my woven palm leaved walled open air bathroom! Proves that a Libra girl can create luxury anywhere. ;)
2. Because I couldn't lug around a blow dryer, and my hair requires a certain amount of straightening or managing, I brought with me a curling iron, because even when its messy and dirty, it looks so much better curly then straight. Jon almost choked in disbelief when he saw me pull it out! I ended up sending it back home though, because I quickly realized that the less weight I carried on my back the better, so physical comfort won out over hair beauty.
3. Because we are going the back packer route through India, I was required to fit two months worth of life into a back pack. I have never, ever, ever, had to do this in my entire life! Its literally a. backpack. When I packed it all up at home before leaving and put it on to see what the weight felt like, I started to feel a shortness of breath, and started feeling claustrophobic, and couldn't get it off fast enough! It was total anxiety! EVERYTHING I WAS TAKING FIT IN ONE MINI TINY WEENY BACK PACK!!!! Let me just share for reference that when I have flown back east for a 4 day weekend, I bring at least 5 pairs of shoes! 5.
I can share that this has become easier for me, and I have actually lightened my load considerably in order to not buckle under the weight of the pack, as the lighter the load, the easier it is to run onto a train, catch a bus and generally carry it around. But oi! Was this and is this ever a challenge for me!
4. Before I go onto this next one, I want to thank all of you for you wonderful words of support and suggestions a few posts back when I said I was really getting homesick. It helped me tremendously, and its a process I continue to work through.
I have noticed just how physically disconcerting chaos, noise and filth are to me. I had no idea that this was such an issue for me, but the experience is visceral. And I have started to wonder how deep our astrological make ups really run. I am only really at ease or comfortable here, in moments of silence or in places where it is extremely slow, like Asvem, Pernem, the backwaters of Kerela. Here in Delhi, as in Mumbai, Mysore and Bangalore, things are just assaultive to my system, and I wonder if this is beyond the typical culture shock that people experience. I love beauty, cleanliness, beautiful sounds, litter free streets. I don't like what this may be saying about me. But the pee smells, the pollutions, the touts that cling to you the minute I leave my guest house, just wear me down. I long for home, soft sounds, the ocean, space... SPACE. I long for a yummy glass of chilled white wine while I spend a Sunday afternoon cooking. I'm a luxe girl... what can I say?
I want to take a break from my confession list to share something further about this though. (although this can also be part of the confessional I guess)
I have Seen things here. Moments. Magic. Potent Beauty. They are cushioned by larger moments of chaos where it feels like I'm in a perpetual spin cycle, but they are there. The other day Jon and I went to the Jamma Masjid Mosque here in Delhi. Its an important Mosque here in India, and its gorgeous. It was almost a fort with its 4 red stoned outer walls protecting the interior space for the praying. The carvings of the archways, the red stone, contrasted up against the blue sky, with hundreds of birds flying overhead was just breath taking. We walked around before sunset, and took pictures, absorbing the energy there. I had never been to a mosque before. It was evident that we were in a different part of Delhi. The looks we got were a bit more stern. I felt at times as if I was the crass American invading their sacred space. I was actually. And the children! The so love to have their pictures taken, and I was so honored with the opportunity to take pictures of the most beautiful little girls I have ever seen. Their gaze held me in their quite potency. I will try to post this photos here or on my flickr site soon. I'm a bit backlogged on uploading at the moment.
Jon and I were sitting on the steps of the Mosque taking in the activity of families sitting around the courtyard waiting for the call to prayer. So peaceful. So serene. And then as the sun began dipping down into the horizon, over a loudspeaker the voice of man began to sing a call to prayer. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. With his voice as a backdrop, the birds flying over head, the red stone against the blue sky, and the faces and families around us... I felt a beauty within me that can only be God. I was moved. Touched. And felt right with my surrounding world.
5. What else can I say? When I need to go to my warm happy place, its usually a cabana beach side getting a massage while being served some yummy cold drink. Ooooo... or a luxe spa where I am taking my time dipping in one pool after another, then the mist room, then the milk bath... then...
6. Oh and one more thing. My journaling process, which is essential for me, requires a vast array of pens. I have gone through 5 of my favorite pens already, including my white Gelly Roll pen, which has caused me much anguish! And no where in this country, NO WHERE is there a possibility of finding a white gelly roll pen. I don't know how I will survive 1 month of journalling without this pen.
7. On a more serious note, being the Libra girl that I am, I have a great attachment to my tribe. Even though I don't see my nearest and dearest on a daily basis, there is something tangible about proximity. And I am deeply feeling the effects of this distance. Jon received a few emails for his birthday, and in them were updates and such. And I felt such a pull home. We are missing the events of the lives of our friends. And its so important to me to be around for those. Or at least be within some kind of reasonable distance to be able to pick up on a moments notice and see them. 15 minute drive, hour drive, 5 hour plane ride? Doable. 24 hours of transit, 12 hour difference and sporadic phone and Internet service? Not enough for me. I love my people. And more then anything that means home to me. And I am grateful that being here, has revealed how deeply this runs for me. I think that I have taken it for granted in the past. And clearly its not.
I think that does it for me for now. I have embarrassed myself sufficiently with my superficiality thank you very much! :)
More on my journey in the coming days.
Blessings and happy Full Moon!
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