Something has been stirring. I felt it first upon returning to Nashville for the school year, but it has been visiting me more and more frequently and staying longer each time. I welcome it. I wait for it to return and relish in it's presence when it does. It's a feeling of expectancy. A kind of suspension, as if you are standing right on the edge of something, glued in place.
I am both excited and terrified of this new adventure and I am learning to accept both feelings, even when they occur in synchronicity.

Currently I am sitting in the Newark airport. Two or so hours of time in the air have elapsed for what will be a nineteen hour journey. Tomorrow (potentially- the time difference still eludes me) I will arrive in India.
Sitting here now it feels like I have finally stepped off the ledge. I may not know what lies below, but there is a sense of direction and intention, and I press into it.

I will be trying to write about what I'm learning and seeing when I get the chance, and you're welcome to check in and hear all about it when you have the time. The Lord is fixing to move in a big way, and I would love to share that with you all.

I still have quite a while left before I reach Chennai, so for now here are a few "self portraits" I took yesterday of my hands. Hopefully the next time you see a photo of them they will be hennaed!
M