Saturday, January 26, 2008

Bliss in Pain

I have not danced in so long that the thrill has faded from my veins. The other night for Prthu's memorial, so many were present to honor him that we spontaneously began to dance. I danced my heart away, shrugging away the chronic tendonitis in my foot. Exhilaration in every sense of the word.

Afterwards, I went for a japa walk with Shalagram... and I had painful blisters on my feet. I didn't get it. Was it my shoes?

And then it hit me. Ahhhhh... yes. I used to dance so often, I had had the feet equivalent to the hands of a seasoned mridanga player. But as any mridanga player knows, cease to practice and those ugly yet tough hands become oh so soft.

I never knew blisters could be this blissful.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

A note from home

I find myself reeling in silence.

I didn't want the Tour to end - I feel such a loss. Why?

The people. The japa retreat facilitators, Guru Prasad Swami, the devotees we encountered, the spiritually open locals, the awesome children wherever we went, and of course

those on the bus.

I miss you.

To write is to dare the soul. So write.