My first posting on Peace Mantle, my Mother's company with which I've been fortunate enough to work and now, slowly, incorporate into my international experience. Before I left, literally on the steps of Denver International Airport, in between cracked smiles and brimming tears, my mom passed her cream-colored cashmere scarf onto my shoulders. Love and companionship, health and safety- from a mother to son- bound in the soft fibres of a peaceful mantle. I cherished having this piece of home- whether in my bag or around my neck. I brought it into India's largest mosque, wore it during prayer in Tanzania, hiked with it through World Biodiversity Hotspots, and carried into the Taj Mahal. I brought it everywhere- a way for my mom to join the travels- and me to stay connected. It is communicable- capable of carrying the energy of those you love. You can feel it- electric with intention and family, friends and solace.
I recently passed my mantle on to a family I met in Dushnoke, a small town just south of Bikaner, Rajasthan. They invited me into their home, fed me with what little they had, and entertained a complete stranger as if I were another son they loved. The gift was not a simple gesture of thanks. I did not feel necessarily obligated to give. But I knew that Peace Mantle was benefiting- that if the mission of this company is based on energy, love and intention- our company would benefit from the Indian hospitality graciously given by this beautiful family. It was a gift in both directions- an international exchange of peace on a very personal level- a seed for a new world.
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