It was just about one year ago.
I made a promise to myself that I would no longer rush, or hurry, or go at anyone else’s pace.
(It wasn’t my idea).
I was in Delhi, crossing an impossible road, from one unmarked location to a place that appears on no map.
The Western mind cannot conceive of India, as she is simultaneous — all possibilities unfolding at once, in every direction. It is the proof of particle theory and wave theory, laughing jovially at rudimentary physics that drives a scalpel between the matter of the thing and the energy of the thing. As though the two were distinct, the heart from the heartbeat.
She grants you exactly the space you need, and no more, lest you become lonely or forget that you’re an integral part of the fabric.
Our accidental tour guide, hired for his English proficiency and not his navigation skills, did his best to play the part, extolling the 33 million gods and goddesses that are part of the Hindu faith, and explaining the unexplainable over a bridge of language and mindset, as we traversed corners of his city he’d never seen.
We disembarked in the in-between and walked to the road, which was a mass of traffic heading generally in one direction, followed by a mass of traffic heading generally in the other. And traffic does not describe the interwoven vehicles of mammalian feet and wheels, all predominantly precarious, tied with twine and bits, faith and otherworldly physics.
There was no crosswalk, no signal, no indication that the current might slow in this river of gods and goddesses and let us pass.
“Walk confidently at your own pace — do not speed up or slow down — and they will miss you,” advised our guide, revealing himself as a Teacher, his translation slicing through the cultural divide and searing itself into my psyche.
I didn’t question the torrent of double-decker busses, the carts and tuk-tuks, the bicycles and horses and camels, the errant bovids and monkeys.
I simply did as he said.
Walk confidently at my own pace. Between my life as I had known it, and the next step of my personal evolution. Between a ramshackle parking lot and a crumbling temple, gravity welcoming me in the right direction and protecting me from impact.
Science and faith, inextricably connected.