This is written by my husband as an end of the journey reflection:

This was my tenth time in India, where I have spent nearly two years of my life. The last two times, as we flew there from San Francisco, I have felt it might be our final visit. Since I first came here in 1976, when I spent a year traveling across Asia, I have had a love affair with this wonderful country. I love the glorious palaces, the temples filled with chanting people in their most brilliant colors, the delicious food, the stunning landscapes- but above all the people. We have so many friends now, caring, loving, and unbelievably gracious.

From our beautiful community and pristine beaches of Agonda in Goa, to the exuberance of the Theyyam rituals in Kerala, to our devoted friends and our work at Manav Sadhna, it is all so totally wonderful. Sitting at our favorite restaurant in Udaipur, looking out over the lights and reflections from the City Palace flickering in Lake Pichola, I feel so blessed to have gotten to know this amazing country, and to have been able to contribute a bit of joy to its children through my art.

We get older, the journey there gets harder, and seems ever longer. And yet… as they say there “In India anything is possible.” So maybe I will walk this subcontinent once more. As all my friends there say to every question, “Why not?”