Sometimes you wake and you take it as it comes. Other days you feel like each step is slipping on gravel. But if this step here feels like gravel, the next step may not. Since I have been in India I practice having no expectations and making no assumptions.
One more day of the chanting course at KYM, Krishnamacharya Yoga Mandiram.
Although it feels like we have just begun to scratch the surface of this ancient practice, I do look forward to leaving the slums of Chennai and venturing out on my own. I have been with this group of nine students and 5 teachers since arriving in India. I have gained so much from everyone I have met here. Through relations I see myself more clearly, and am inspired by their stories and desires of their own weaving.
Change is on the horizon and my heart shivers.
On the bus to the ashram in Tiruvannamalai. open window bus packed to the gills with the darkest chocolate colored skin, gold bangles, earrings, nose rings, and bindis, and long thick black hair in plaits, vibrant saris, and mustaches with slick shoes and dress pants, the young man’s arm dangles over his buddy’s shoulder. It is hot and the visions passing by my windblown face pour in. Trucks, cows, street vendors, fish sellers, a heard of goats, a blind man with no eyes, a field of rice workers, oxen, a motorcycle with a mountain of hay piled up behind the driver, a mass of metal pots tied by string clinging to the back of another. All of it is so precarious. All of it being stirred like a potion.
Thursday, October 14, 2010