India is an amazing place. I’m convinced that thoughts, intentions, whatever you want to call them, have more power here. In other words, be careful what you put out there, since thoughts manifest into reality quicker than you can say “woah”.
There have been many highlights since arriving in India, so I thought I’d take a moment and share some goodies:
10. The moment I saw my bag coming toward me on the carousel at the Goa airport. We’d made it. Neither of us had gotten lost, and any potential hassle inherent to losing one’s luggage would NOT have to be experienced. Hallelujah.
My sore? You sore? Eye-sore? No sore…
The term “Mysore”, when used to reference a type of yoga, comes from the name of an actual place – Mysore, India, where Sri K. Pattabhi Jois began teaching Ashtanga yoga to Westerners over 30 years ago. Today, devoted Ashtangis consider Mysore, India to be their “Mecca”, coming in droves from all corners of the world to practice at the source.
With nearly a full week with Rolf and Marci now under my belt, I’m beginning to get the hang of things here in Candolim. After leaving behind everything I’d gotten accustomed to over the past month at Purple Valley, my first couple of days here were a little lonely. I may only be a 20-minute drive away from the place I called home until last weekend, but Candolim can feel a world away, especially when driving a scooter still seems a little out of my league.
The first two-week session ended at Purple Valley yesterday, which meant it was time for my dad to return home. I can’t believe how fast our time together went by. It seemed we were looking forward to the trip and planning this adventure for ages, anticipating what it might be like and imagining what it would mean to both of us. Without a doubt, our time together in Goa has been beyond memorable. Perhaps what was most fun about being here with Dad was spending time with him in the company of others who were getting to know both of us for the first time. How often do you get to make new friends, with your dad by your side?
Since I began practicing Ashtanga yoga, I’ve often heard that one gains great benefit from adopting a “beginner’s mind”. That is, looking at yoga through the eyes of someone who is encountering this ancient practice for the first time, who has no agenda when it comes to adding on poses and learning new series, who sees each pose as only a new shape to make with the body, who is confronting new sensations of discomfort and thriving on new feelings of growth and improvement, and who – most importantly – remembers it’s just yoga, and nothing more than that.