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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Jan 13. Life After Yatra.


We crossed parts of South India in 2, 12-passenger vans.  Ken played his harmonium in the backseat, I slept with my head bobbing, mouth open, Robert told stories about his Guru, his travels in India, meetings with holy men and posers alike over the last 40 years.  It’s an unlikely path, and I can see how heartening it is for Robert to be among like-minded folks and also, to share with us his dharma of turning westerners onto the blessings of India’s spiritual traditions.

I’m in withdrawal here in Mysore.  Life after Yatra means I have to sit myself down to do the chantings and puja.  It’s all on me, after the early early morning asana is finished, to keep the focus throughout as much of the day as possible.  I am resting, enjoying not traveling.  But missing that sense of purpose every day had on the Shakti-Express bus
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  1. TaraJanuary 18, 2013 at 3:49 PM

    "But missing the sense of purpose every day had on the Shakti-Express bus."

    Oh my god Kate, I was literally just talking to Cara about that this morning after practice! That's been one of the hardest parts about being back home.

    It's good to hear from you, hope all is well in Mysore :-)

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