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Hopefully I'll only have to write once about the oddity of reflecting so quickly about such novel experiences, yet I also hope to keep my mind on the power and responsibility of documentation. Especially in places that are underrepresented in my sphere of living, or are over represented through particular lenses. Navigating the balance between exaggeration and first impression will no doubt prove to be challenging, and I look forward to seeing how much my perspective breathes when seeing through the eyes of new friends. Perhaps that is mostly how impressions are gleaned anyway - imagining life through the perspective of those being visited.

May this journey re-introduce me to the hurdles and beauties of living, as well as deepen my discernment between life and Love. May I always find the time to bow in humble gratitude toward the partnerships I find along the way - however brief. May I find fulfillment in completing what is asked of me, and in doing so, come into deeper relations with that which draws me in. May this journey be something I can share - in all its mistakes, messiness, joys, and pitfalls - and may I never forget those who gave me the strength and courage to actualize a dream.

To the group of us about to travel to Mysore together - May we practice patience and compassion, toward ourselves and others, as we embark on this journey of learning. May we find space to support each other even when confusion and exhaustion are present. May we joyfully share in each other's successes, and collectively grieve over any losses. May we remember the intentions that brought us here, and in the process of fulfilling them find happiness, health and peace.
Location: Somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean

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