Meghan Kemp

Here I am, the final days in india. Rain puttering down, laying in bed, power cutting in and out... and sick for the fifth time since arriving in October.

I had a feeling she’d level me on this trip—India and her relentless offering to return to stillness + presence with what is.

And while it’s felt like more calls home have heard me with a stuffy nose, Ma India has gifted me with some of the sweetest delights of life in the past four months...

From swirling in the timeless vortex of ancient temples to witnessing the Himalayas pulsate as if I was on psychedelics. From simple moments of joy with strangers, to surrendering into fearless love, again + again.

Earth, water, fire, air all honored within her sacred space.

“It’s time,” she whispers in the predawn hours of meditation.

Thank you for your blessings + lessons, divine mother 🙏 with your grace, I’ll see you again soon 🤍✨🐍

June ‘22 pt ✌️ :: sells her dc apartment that provided sweet sanctuary for me + we get to unearth her hidden treasures 💎 → menty b’s are solved w pretty dresses to dance in 💃 (+ great friends to dance with:) 🪩 → bye bye sweet dc 🫶 → kayaking is my moms fav summer activity + I can see why 🪷

au revoir east coast !