In the foothills of the Himalayas, we sit. On our right is the 6th tallest mountain in the world, and on our left, are fields of millet. Yesterday, we spent an hour sickling the millet in order to contribute to the harvest of a village family. The millet in this village reminds us that anything you grow, will reap its harvest.
At this time last year, a friend from this group was writing college applications, and one of the prompts was to describe something on your bucket list. She wanted to trek through the Himalayas. Little did she know, a year later, that goal would have already been attained. “It’s kind of wild how that happened,” she says. I would have to agree. She planted the seed of wanting to visit the Himalayas, and as life rained on, April showers brought May flowers, and now the flowers are in the Himalayas.
Perhaps there is something in the water, but I feel a powerful change in my life, through the strength of the harvest.