I have a family in India.
This Kashmiri shawl is a gift from them. My mother has made a pilgrimage to the very volatile Kashmir some years ago. It was an incredibly gutsy move from this 60+ lady, especially in India, where women rarely move alone – not to mention going practically to a war zone all on her own. But she has an adventurous spirit and as nobody in the family shares that with her, she realised her dream alone. Oh how I wish I could have gone with her!
She says she’ll never forget the beauty of Kashmir, or the incredible kindness of the people there. She had fallen very ill in an area where there are no doctors or hospitals, and the locals had taken her to their homes and taken care of her. It is these people who have made my shawl.
I wrap myself into this shawl every time I face something very harsh or have to encounter people who intimidate me. And it’s true; it has magical powers. It has been given to me with such love that no harm can touch me when I have it around me.
Uhhhhh how writing this makes me miss India… Some many stories I have of my journeys there… Will tell you more another time.
Have a peaceful Sunday dear friends! Mine will surely be sweet, as I’m expecting a very special quest to come and visit us ♥.
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