I was in Mapusa market one afternoon, looking for a place to sit and have a coffee or chai. The sun was in its full expression and i was hot and sweating. The smells of Indian spices pierced the thick air; cumin, garam masala, mint, and cardamom and the density of the crowd of people - feeling like they all wanted a something from me - felt oppressive.
I made a playlist of music that I've been carrying with me on my journey. Soulful tunes that might not have much Indian mantra but certainly leave me with that 'oh so relaxed' vibe. Perfect for train journeys, chilly nights with a lover, a long yoga practice or for riding your scooter with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair.
I’m a big believer in ‘the path’ or, manifestation or, more simply; life going right. I don’t think it’s magic, I just think that if you focus your efforts and your attention on what you need, based on what you want and get clear on your intention behind your behavior, you’re bound to end up somewhere pretty close to where you want to be. Usually better.
The ironic, or cool thing about all of it, though, is that when all all that good comes your way, and everything arrives if does just feel like magic just fell in your life.
This is how it felt when I met Francesca.