Symphonies And Epiphanies

Today is the beginning of Diwali, the Hindu festival of lights. It is one of the main anchors to my Indian roots that has always been part of our family traditions.

I don’t speak Hindi, the main language spoken in North India, nor do I speak Bhojpuri, the dialect spoken in my village. I have a few words, and when I go home to India I pick up some more, but I can’t converse. Becoming a Yoga teacher and continuing to deepen my practice has given me connection to my heritage in ways I never thought I would be able to access. Learning Sanskrit terms and Mantras gives me a deep, primal joy. It touches something ancient in me. Wrapping my tongue around the sounds, which, when they click and come out as I want them to, feels like I’ve found a piece of myself that I didn’t realise I had lost.