Take Note

After spending 6 weeks here in the main city of the country we’re in, we took an 8 hour bus ride to a smaller city to spend 2 weeks in before a 2 week trek. We had stayed up late the night before, packing and reflecting and fellow shopping with other teams who lived in the same guesthouse as us. Since we had stayed up so late, when we woke up early to leave the next morning I was tired and slept a lot on the bus ride. In the beginning there was not much to look at, because it was still the dusty and dry landscape of the capitol. When I woke up the first time to see the river we were careening past, at a frighteningly high speed on a very narrow and windy mountain road, it was completely brown as well as all the shrubbery and trees and everything else that was around. I had pangs in my heart because my eyes had been starved of the beauty of nature for a longer time than I have ever been used to. 
Soon after, I feel asleep because I deemed the scenery to be unimportant and not worth paying attention to. When I woke up again I was looking back through pictures on my phone of our time in the city, but happened to look out the window for a few seconds. I had to do a double take when my eyes caught the sight of something they were not expecting to see: a crystal clear blue river!  

It was something simple. It was just a beautiful river, yet it was so much more than that. It was food for my thoughts. 

Where else in my life do I look down and not notice the change? Where else do I not take notice of the breakthrough? Where do I look over the process? 

Our travel from capitol to mountains (Follow the link to check out a short video of the bus ride!) 
Look up. Look up from the distractions and notice the journey He is taking you on, notice His hand in everything.  

Ritualism and the Temple of Death

We went to a place known here as the temple of death. It was a very spiritually heavy atmosphere. I am a feeler, and even before the minute I stepped foot inside the bounds of the temple I could feel the darkness in the form of immense tension in my chest. We could smell the smoke from bodies being burned long before we saw the bodies themselves. This temple is a place where hindus believe if they are cremated with all the rituals observed scrupulously, they will enter their next life in a higher position.

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