Continued from Kanchenjunga Tears – Part 1

While traveling in Darjeeling together, Kandy had the American version of her father’s book with her. The inclusion of the photos proved to be priceless. We met some of the people that appeared in the book – photos taken fifty years earlier! There were tears, shouts of joy, long embraces, and memories I will have for the rest of my life. The impact this British family had on the people of Kanchenjunga has been left forever. The mountains hold these precious spirits, and today they weep.

I have written several posts of my trip to Darjeeling, England, and the Fletcher family. A truly remarkable member of our tea family is now gone. With sincere condolences to Kandy Smith, my dear friend, we send blessings from America. 

Brought Together by Tea: A Tea Poem

Darjeeling Tea Hills

Going home to Darjeeling

The Darjeeling experience

Darjeeling Tea Hills

The Kanchenjunga Mountains so close; 

Everest looms in the remote distance.

The mist covered tea hills of Darjeeling even with their exquisite beauty,

pale in the shadows of the eternal Everest.

He is mysterious and he knows best.

He is calm and stands mighty in all his 

masculine power and presence.

If you are fortunate, from the Darjeeling heights, 

he will expose himself to you.

A flasher demanding the expression of surprise.

His presence is calling, daunting, and daring;

flirting with those who know to answer his call.

Taunting – he stands hypnotic and majestic.

Many will fall and leave their souls behind for the 

mountain whisperer to find.

Upon his discovery is the recovery of a spirit now set free.

Some spirits fight to stay behind so they may enter the dreams and hearts of those entranced; 

those who will dance with the spirit of Everest.

Nestled in the tea hills of Darjeeling, 

caught up in the day to day,

the mist keeps Everest at bay – hidden in plain sight.

He calls not to the tea folks below – he leaves them alone.

For he knows they belong.

It is the rest of the world he seeks, and when he speaks,

their hearts receive the summon.

The call of the mighty – for some 

an invitation they cannot resist;

a whisper that silently settles in the heart,

a seed awaiting its germination

Many are beckoned to visit the tea hills of Darjeeling, 

and some never know why.

The seed not yet to sprout – perhaps not in this lifetime.

Everest waits – he knows no haste.

He knows he will still be there.

Shielded by the mist  

clouds that bow down to the almighty Everest;

they keep his secrets – they shroud his presence

 they fall in reverence.

On a rare and special occasion 

they  part only for mere seconds 

and offer the attuned viewer – the sight of a lifetime.

The grand and grandiose Everest stands stoically still 

while it towers over 

and guards all the precious tea hills 

of the endearing Darjeeling.

Dharlene Marie Fahl

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