The holy city of Varanasi was incredibly moving. This is what I wanted to experience more than anything on this trip. We watched as men oversaw the cremation ceremonies for their fathers and devotees sat on the steps or in boats on the Ganges as they placed their candle lit wishes into to sacred water.
I am always moved by the energy humans tap into when they look upon something with great reverence. It does not matter what their religion – or lack thereof – or if they draw on that energy in a temple, church, mosque, or simply by gazing at the stars and feeling at one with the universe – that pure, beautiful energy has so many names and is found through such varying vehicles, but it’s essence is the same.