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Indira paused again. "I think if we want to celebrate the dimensions of universal love, we need to individually celebrate all the footsteps that enabled us to make our way out of the cave of shadows. It seems to me that any celebration has to include a celebration of these footsteps that brought us into the sunshine."
She paused and looked around for everyone's reaction. "That is, what is important to me," she said. "It is as important to me as my own birth. In a way it became my true birth as a human being. I need to celebrate that. That is exactly what Pete and I did on our second day together. We took a journey to the Taj Mahal, where we build on that foundation that we had set up on the day before. Our day at the Taj became a celebration of a different facet of universal love. It unfolded into a marriage celebration of our unfolding universal marriage to one-another that somehow included the whole of humanity. Only on the third morning, after all of that was done, did we have what one may call, a somewhat normal morning meal together on the balcony, if there is such a thing as things being 'normal' anymore."
"Yes," I confirmed Indira's story, "all of this happened, and became reflected again and again throughout that four-week whirlwind type of involvement that followed. On this basis we were able to do with ease what we set out to do, to set up a structure to enable Indira to be better able to meet the great and urgent health-care needs of the poor in India, especially the Dalit women."
"What came out of this work didn't change the world," said Indira, "but it uplifted the lives of a whole lot of people, mine included, and Pete's evidently too. None of that should be excluded during our days of celebration here. The celebration of these footsteps should serve as a stepping stone for the task that Fred has imposed on us, to find a way to uplift the whole world."
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Stories about
Love
from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
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