Grace

After walking a 200 km stretch through remote tribal villages and forest trails, we reached Amarkantak on March 4th, the auspicious day of Mahashivratri. Amarkantak is the mouth of the river from where it starts flowing towards the sea. It flows west, covering many thousands of kilometers, serving infinite beings with her love. 

This place marks half of our pilgrimage . While sitting at the Gurudwara in Amarkanth, the next day, tears kept flowing as we thought about the past three months of our journey. It is pure grace because of which we could walk a thousand kilometers, and it would be too selfish to say that “I” or “we” walked so far. It feels beyond my capacity. And the tears were of gratitude for the unknown yet known force that has led us here.

When I think of the web of grace that is constantly flowing by our side,e with my limited mind,d I know I am not being fair to the hard work of infinite beings,s including our lineages and nature,e which is constantly blessing us with abundance. The tears were even for the limitation of seeing beyond self to take ownership of something beyond the “I”. 

The prayer for the rest of our journey is to look beyond the “I”, be humble and grateful at each step in the lap of Mother Earth, Mother Nature,  and Mother Reva, and embrace the nature of a mother being always gentle, forgiving, giving, content,t and compassionate:)