I honor the divinity that resides within me.
Then I repeat it again. Again. And again. It’s not so much that I’m meditating as unpacking
the mantra carefully, the way you would unpack your grandmother’s best china if it had been
stored in a box for a long time, unused. I don’t know if I fall asleep or if I drop into some kind
of spell or even how much time passes. But when the sun finally comes up that morning in In-
dia and everyone opens their eyes and looks around, Italy feels ten thousand miles away
from me now, and it is as if I have been here in this flock forever.
Eat, Pray, Love