divali love letter from long ago (hopefully coming out in book form soon):
Tonight, I turn off the computer, stuff my pockets with marigolds, and light the lamps from my room out my door down the path towards the river where the Canadian Geese take pause. If I float a diya down the river, I wonder if it will find its way to you by the sea.
Then all you have to do is follow the trail of lights on this dark night, and walk with me until the moon returns.
It is as simple as clay, mustard oil, wick, and spark.