Time...

I wish I could say I can't believe that 2017 is over, but I can. It seemed like the longest year I've ever lived, and certainly was one of the most different years I've ever lived. I say it seemed because I don't believe time really exists, you can say "oh, this day went so fast..." or "went so slow..." but no, it didn't. It's only your perception of it that makes it seem that way. So time as we think of it is really a relative term.

Even the concept of a year, or of a day, is a man made thing. And is perceived differently in different cultures, some are on 2017 going on 2018, some are in the 5 thousands, some more, some less. And even the new year starts at different times for each place around the planet. If time existed in the way that most of us think it does there would be one time and you would have to adapt to how different it was wherever you went, but it would be the same time no matter what.

This year did seem to go slow for me. I had a lot more free time than I've ever had before, and by that I don't mean I had nothing to do but I spent a lot more time soul searching and working less that I have in years past.

I was in India a lot more this year than usual, and at very different times than usual. I also did not return to the US as was normal for me in between India trips, which has proved to be just fine but always allowed for a reset. The problem is that the reset was always backwards, to a place that I had already been inside. And to not go back there allowed for forward growth without the falling back part that often happens, you know two steps forward, one step back.

Why do I say that? Because as I would go back to the midwest I often fell back into old patterns that were not longer serving me, and even when there I would be conscious that I was doing so but didn't really have any context to not go back there, because there you were a certain way. Ideally this wouldn't be the case, you could grow, change and become more and maintain that wherever and whenever you were. Easier said than done.

Now I'm noticing that I feel like I've integrated more and more of the stuff that I've been working on for years. Where before it would get thrown out the window or lessened in some way because the old pattern was like, oh, wait, this is my spot. Who is this guy? And why does he deserve to be here more than me? I earned this spot!

So it's been good. Even though much of the year seemed full of hardship, the things I learned and was able to integrate have been wonderful. I was able to deepen many friendships that I'd begun in Mysore by being there all summer and not being in the student mode. Just being in the life mode. I also was able to be in one city in Germany and go back again and deepen the relationships I'd started there, and now in another city in Germany and beginning a whole process of connection with a different student base.

But the biggest connection that happened this year was with myself. I found out more and more about what others think of me, and realized that was far from what I thought of myself. I experience me from the inside all day long every day, but to hear how an "outside" source feels and its better then your "inside" source, hmmmm. And if the outside source is really a mirroring of the way you actually feel, then that would determine to me that there is a bit of resistance still within that needs integration.

So many posts I wrote on my Ashtanga Yoga with Sat Inder page on Facebook utilised the word integration these past two weeks, and here it has already popped up twice. So maybe there is a theme here that I need to explore more. Not really explore, but implore? Is that the right word? Probably not, but you get what I mean? I mean I think I've done all the work to integrate but maybe I'm not actually allowing integration to happen. And it's not something one can force, it's something one has to allow to happen, with consciousness.

So my work in this upcoming new year, which is actually just another sun/moon cycle, or a day as you'd call it, is to allow more integration. Integration of what? Integration of the concepts I've come across, of the inner work I've done, of the outer perspective I've cultivated, of the emotional outcomes of things, of the inner emotions that are not quite all worked through just yet, of all of it.

Yoga mean union, union with the divine it is often translated as actually. But union to me means all is one, all is swirling, floating, flowing around each other seemingly until it becomes one. Like mixing ingredients, the dry and the wet, until they all become something in the middle. Batter if you will. Integration of all the aspects of self that have been made conscious slowly over these past 18 years, and some years before that of waking up to those ideas even so that a process could even start to unfold.

Let it all come together to make a new batter, or an old batter, or if time really doesn't exist just batter. A batter that can be folded into a new form as needed, to a new shape as needed. Things added to create a new flavour as needed. Some removed and more water added to allow for a smoother, runnier consistency. Some more dry ingredients added to make for a thicker, and more formable consistency. Whatever you want. You create it. And you create it in each moment so it will be changing, becoming something new, something other than it was before, or something more close to what it used to be if needed, there is no limit. Well, there is a limit. The one you create.

Sometimes we need limits, they help us. Guidelines if you will. Sometimes we need to be completely free and allowed to flow. I'm feeling a lot of the limits I've set for myself these past few years, and feeling the need to allow them to dissipate. Or to again use this word, to integrate them and realise they aren't needed anymore, or right now. And if I need them I can again set them in place, and if not, I can allow the flow to happen.

It can change and move and be something different all the time, and this is okay. Coming to allow the knowledge to become the wisdom that this is okay is integration. I won't always stay integrated, but maybe now, for just a moment, I am nearest to it than I have been in a while. Or not. Who knows. Not me. Do you?

2017... part two, Uttarkashi...

I'm not sure where I left off in part one, but I think it was around Uttarkashi? I just looked and can't remember. But my heart wants to write about Uttarkashi so I shall.

When we got there I immediately thought, god, what did Sharath love about this town? It's a shit hole! Then we got to our room, which was again a chore to get to, then to find out there was again no hot water and there was a big hole in the wall where the mosquitoes just came right in. So I took a breath and allowed my inner feelings to come up and then blocked the hole and made the best of it as one does in India.

When there you have to embrace it, or you will go nuts and want to leave, so I embraced. Then we went out for a walk and bought some data for my phone since absolutely nowhere in this mountain town seemed to have wifi.

We found out there was a Kashi Vishwanath temple there too, the most famous of which is in Varanasi but is also full of the longest lines and the rudest people begging for money, but for even more money if they don't like the amount you've given them. So I was not excited to discover this temple here, but once we started walking I realised okay, this town is different. There is less people. There is no honking. WTF?!? NO honking!!! I almost got ecstatic lol. But yes, no honking, or only every so often.

Less people equals less traffic, so not often did you hear a honk. So we were walking and decided to just wing it and led ourselves right to this temple, went through the entranceway and wow, nice.

In the front of the main temple was also what they call a Shakti Temple, shakti being another word for the energy of the universe, the power behind everything, also the divine feminine energy. And we go inside, there is a 15 foot high trishul in the middle made of three kinds of metal. This trishul was the one gifted to Durga to do her battle with different demons whenever she is called upon, and it was magnificent. The story being she was here in this area sitting and a demon was coming upon her and she threw the trishul at it and it stuck there and has been there since. Which sounds fanatastical and amazing, and it is to see as well.

The priest here put the kum kum on our foreheads for us, also put rice on the spot as well, then blessed us with a splash of water and gave us tirtha to imbibe. Then we sat down and just felt the energy in the room, very, very awesome. We sat for quite some time and then decided to get up and go into the main Kashi temple and did. It was awesome, and the lingam in the middle had emerged from the rock on it's own, wasn't forged by human hands. And here in the north you can touch it! This was new to me, in the south they are so respectful and full of devotion, touching it would almost be anethema. Although my ekamukhi rudraksha touched the lingam at the Chandramouleshawara Swamy Shiva temple in Mysore to get blessed...

So, we went through, the priest talked in English to me about the lingam, most here don't speak English so it was a surprise. He also asked me where I'm from and was excited to hear about it, but also asked me again every time I came in the temple! hahahaha. Anyhow, then we went outside and sat there for a long time, watching the crowd and how devoted they were and that they never once looked at me, the only foreigner there, oddly. Which I enjoyed.

On the walk back home Sammi told me he'd done research and found out there was a Kali temple somewhere here and after my Kali experience in Varanasi I was eager to find it. So I googled and found a video of the temple but found out it was inside an ashram to Sri Sri Anandamayi Ma and we looked the next morning but couldn't find it, so went back to the other temple. Then later in the day when we went out for lunch we just decided to walk randomly and happened upon this red building that was round, and then more and more of it, it was big with a fence around it. Then walked by the gate and the door behind the gate was open and there was Hindi on the wall.

I read the script, which is the same for Sanskrit, but I usually didn't know the Hindi words. But this time I read the Sri Sri Anandamayi Maa Ashram and Kali Mandiram. What?!? We just found the place. So two days in a row we found these temples we wanted to find but only by our instincts, by our hearts, not by our thinking too much about them.

Then a swamy from inside came to the gate, spoke Hindi to us which Sammi translated as he was wanting us to come in and see, but at this time of the day most temples were closed as they allowed the deity to rest and regain their energy so they could give more darshan again that night. But he opened the temple for us, and opened the meditation room and showed us all around the ashram. It was quaint, lovely, had a beautiful inner courtyard garden and just the feel of a very soft, full of light, and energetic place. But so calm. So we went inside the temple, and once we got in, we sat down and boom... That quiet, empty mind happened to me again. Same as the last Kali in Varanasi. We sat, we sat, we sat. I saw Sammi had his eyes closed but I couldn't close mine, they could only stare at her, she was black, and all accents were red, even red lighting shined down on her. I was captivated.

Once I decided to get up and go out, I circumambulated the inner sanctum, a regular occurrence in South India, but here is done but done less so, I bowed and touched my head offering it to her and felt the most inner peace I'd felt ever. We also went upstairs to the meditation hall which had a wall size picture of Anandamayi Maa and it was similar energy only I didn't go blank, then we went down to sit in the courtyard realising we'd been in the temple for an hour.

Sammi looked at me and said, did that happen to you again? That thing from last time? I said yes, he admitted it also happened to him. On our slow walk home we got some snacks and talked about how we wanted to go back again and experiment with this, and so we did. We often went in the morning and in the afternoon again, and the swamy started making us stay for lunch and chai after our morning visit because we were there for so long. We'd sit on the floor in the kitchen and eat with the other monks and volunteers and just be in heaven. Even one of the monks suggested that I should teach the yoga there in Uttarkashi itself, it was where it was needed for the pilgrims coming through and those who were getting ready to start coming more often. He knew the climate of tourism there is getting ready to change. This we told him, was exactly what Sharath had told me to do as well.

Anyhow, important to note is that during my time in Varanasi I'd gotten a parasite and remained quite weak and sickly feeling after, even though I'd gotten medication and rid myself of it. While Sammi stayed strong and happy and hearty. Then in Rishikesh I started to feel better and enjoyed the time more and he was feeling more subdued. Then in Uttarkashi I began to beam and glow, he'd stop me daily and tell me man this place is for you, you're so happy and your skin is clear and the glow is coming from inside. I even shaved my head there as an offering to Kali Maa and to devote myself to her purpose on the earth, Sammi didn't do that but he did shave off his beard which was getting quite long. I'd already done that with mine in Varanasi, mostly because it was so fucking hot there lol.

But we explored many little corners of this town and found little pathways up into the foothills and behind power plants where young couples hid themselves so no one knew they were flirting. We found little streams that led into the Bhagirathi, which is the river that comes down from the the Gangotri that eventually meets with three other rivers to become the Ganga. The little stream I fell in love with so much was amazing and called the Indrarathi, my name Sat Inder, sat for truth and inder as a derivation of Indra, so this little stream was for me!

When the time came to leave it was hard again but not just because of the 6 hour ride on the bus where the girl in front was vomiting out the window, the bus leaning over the side of the mountain road quite often, but because I'd fallen in love a little bit, or a lot, with this little town and it had allowed my inner being to be brought forth in a different way than ever before. It also allowed me to experience the energy of Anandamayi Maa and Kali Maa and realise that my life purpose was to propagate these things within myself and others. The Ashtanga Yoga being only one way that is possible, but through stories and living a certain way, with heart. And bringing heart to everything we do, including the practice, but if there is not practice to bring it anyway in a different form maybe. But it also inspired me to find Kali in all places and in all things and corners of the world, which led my friend in Mysore to show me this little family owned Kali temple and to discovering the Sri Ramakrishna Ashram in Mysore also had a Kali and I could be reminded externally daily of this devotion to her cause if I failed to maintain my inner awareness of this and of it being my calling in life.

So, I'm tired of typing. This will have to be part two and I'll continue another day. Merry Christmas!

2017...part one

I keep thinking I'll write a retrospective of this year, as many do near the end of each year, but it's really not me. I sat down and tried three times now. I start, I feel great like there's momentum and then boom, i couldn't care less and delete the post. I have to feel inspired to write, I'm not one of those people who can force it. If I do you will know, it won't be at all what my writing is usually like.

So I decided today to write the year as the heading but to see what comes out. There is a lot floating around in my mind that would like to get out and yet I've been unable to write, it just won't come to the surface. Or it is at the surface and it won't formulate into anything coherent, I blame the weather here for it. I'm lacking terribly in inspiration as it's been grey, overcast, raining or snowing, and did I mention completely no sunlight? At all, for weeks on end now!

I have spent the past four winters in India and grown accustomed to what they call winter, which is not at all what most of the world calls winter lol. And it is glorious. It really is maybe the best weather Mysore can ever have during these months of the year, and I'm missing it. I used to deal with this type weather back in the Midwest also and it would always get to me, it's a big part of why I left there.

I began this year in Mysore as well, even though I was finished with my three months practicing with Sharath, had gotten authorised and was just staying that extra month until I left January 27th to teach yoga in Köln, Germany. I enjoyed that month because I was able to practice at home and still hang out with many friends who were there still practicing the rest of the day, or visit my temples and interact with my local friends. But when I arrived in Germany I found this same type of weather and had to fight the mood shifts for a couple months, after March it started to get more tolerable and the sun started showing itself and then I really enjoyed it.

Living in Germany for four months was an experience. I've never had any desire to visit Germany, I think mostly because I'd studied French in school and so the romance languages are easier to pick up for me, German is not so easy. But after creating a nice connection with most of the students there, and dated some, and made some other friends outside of the shala I really liked being here. Other than the person I was covering for ending our friendship and having issues with me and the way I handled some things I would say that it was a positive experience.

Then upon my return to India, which I now consider home, I was going to a whole new area that I'd always wanted to visit but never had. Varanasi, and it was a tough place to be for me. I imagine even in the nicest weather it would be tough to be there, but at that time it was generally 45-47 degrees each day and that is just too fucking hot for me, even though I do like the warmth. But I did have some interesting and quite amazing experiences there, one with Kali and the other in meeting and traveling with someone that I'd only ever talked to online and never met in person before. But most of the stuff I've written about already so I don't feel like any detail is needed here.

Other than to write about Muthu Swamy, or as his Facebook account calls him, Sammi. He'd been my teachers sisters student in Bangalore for some months and had reached out to me thinking since I'd been practicing much longer he could ask some things and we did have a great connection. So when I returned and went to Varanasi he met me there, as he'd left his job and was planning to become a yogi and was traveling around to different auspicious locations already.

Meeting him I immediately felt comfortable and like I'd just reunited with my brother, so we did fine living together. From Varanasi we went to Rishikesh, where he'd already been staying for three months in an ashram there, but I'd never been. The train ride from Varanasi to Haridwar was 19 hours, but ended up being 24 hours and was a chore, but I met some lovely people in the AC coach, Sammi got stuck in the Indian coach with no AC and didn't have as good a time as I did I think lol. But I also had a hard time with the sitting and the laying for so long. Then there was an hour ride to Rishikesh itself, and then another very long walk from where they drop you to the bridge and over it to the guest house we'd booked already. It was a chore to get there, much like everything in India tends to be but maybe because of this is why we love it so much more once we get past that part of it.

Rishikesh is an interesting place, I met many very lovely local people but there is so much commercialism around the "yoga" there that it makes me think a strong Mysore style Ashtanga program is needed to get people knowing the difference, but that's just me being judgmental! I liked it and had a great experience bathing in Ma Ganga each day, walking about the beach in the evening, seeing or hearing the aarti at dusk, eating the food, enjoying the sun and just being near the river. I was surprised how drawn I was, or I am, to that river. You hear stories but until you experience it you don't realise how powerful she is.

Then when we decided to finally get to Uttarkashi, again it was the biggest chore. We didn't think we wanted to stay in Rishikesh so long and I'd decided to go to Mysore for Guru Purnima which was July 9th, I talked Sammi into going as well since he'd never been and we bought flights through this app that sold them really cheap. The flights were from Dehradun to Bangalore and then I'd booked my usual cab from Ganesh in Gokulam to get there from the airport, but we had quite some time before that happened, and so we went to the jeep stand, not the bus stand but near to it (and yes they are separate things even though most locals will tell you they are not!), and had to wait until there were enough people to fill up a jeep who were all going to Uttarkashi, and we went. The jeep ride is 6 fucking hours, and Sammi and I were squished into one seat together, and we're both full grown men so it was not comfortable, but it was beautiful and the one stop we made for lunch was a gorgeous little place with good homemade food. Then to the town, and again the tough time we had getting to the room we'd already booked.

This is the worst part of India, the traveling, it's never easy for us Westerners because we're so spoiled with our airports and everything being very scheduled and organised and clean and much different. But again I think because of this part is why the arrival and settling in to a new place is so nice.

We were there and much stuff I could write about there but I think I'll take a break and go have lunch and maybe finish a bit later, so this will be part one...

Uncomfortable...

How can one get comfortable with being uncomfortable?!? Somehow I've done it.

Any time in my life I've noticed that I'm feeling complacent and that I'm not growing, or even a little stifled in my growth I often notice that I've settled into a very comfortable place and sometimes I just allow myself to be there. There's nothing wrong with comfort. But comfort also can mean that the energy is stagnant and energy is meant to move, when it's not moving that is when disease and melancholy set in.

Oddly enough though I seem to be getting used to being uncomfortable so that presents a new set of problems. Maybe then staying long enough to allow comfort to come into play is the way to go? If comfort becomes uncomfortable then maybe that's what to do, embrace it and allow it in so that you can see that it's quite okay too.

I seem to be in a period of growth, and I am comfortable here even though I don't speak the language and the winter is here. I think I tend to think of India as my place that I grow in, but growth happens wherever you tend the roots properly. So here it goes.

I'm in a new place with my practice, this summer it went over the top with ease and now that ease has lessened a little bit, not gotten hard again, but just with the different diet here and the colder weather it gets more uncomfortable again so I have to adjust my approach to it, and I am. But now I'm embracing it more fully and still able to do the full practice more often than I would have in the winters before, I often lost much of my practice back in the US during this time of year. I'm grateful for this summer in Mysore where I got to a new level of embracing doing my practice daily, maybe every so often having a day where it was shorter but that's okay. I hate to be dogmatic about anything, so I have to not let myself get that way too, the other extreme.

I used to be so hard on myself if I didn't do my full practice daily that I just wasn't going to get enlightened and blah, blah, blah... So now at 47 I embrace taking a shorter practice every so often, or even an extra day off. What's funny is that as soon as I stopped judging myself for this I then find myself practicing fully almost every day. Odd things our human minds are...

Also there is all this stuff going on within the Ashtanga online community around Pattabhi giving inappropriate adjustments and all these older students are coming out saying it. And so I've not been commenting, and not commenting is harder for me that speaking my mind. It's very uncomfortable to not do so for me, but who am I to judge these women and their experiences, or perceptions of what happened? I had my experience with Guruji and can't imagine, but I also had a moola bandha adjustment from him that helped to change my practice, and can see that that sort of adjustment to the western mind would be inappropriate but again, I don't know their experience so am staying back from any input my mind could add.

Then there's the blogs I've written lately that are causing a bit of a stir and I've gotten lots of support and messages from people about it. And the point of writing them was that I was letting go of it, so I've ended up talking about all this stuff far more than I wanted to, because I'd already worked past things. So here, see? I said I'm too comfortable with being uncomfortable and now I'm talking about it more so that discomfort will still be there. Hahahaha, god we humans are a mess aren't we?!?

I'm happy, that is what's important to me. I have a decent place to stay, I love the students and they challenge me daily, they accept when I challenge them daily which I also love, Star Wars' next instalment comes out Friday so I've got tickets to see it three times this weekend (yes, that's actually less than I normally see it at opening), I'm making connections to people here, students and others, and really to me connection is the number one thing.

Connection within is of utmost importance in my daily life. That sustains me and helps me stay my gregarious self while still being loving and seeing all things in all people as parts of me to be integrated. But also connection with those outside myself, or rather as being perceived as being outside myself, is important to me. If I'm finding this it tells me that my inner alignment is going well also, and I'm finding this here a lot. Great, deep, connections with quite a few people here.

With the end of the year coming up people are starting to write their end of the year manifestos talking about how the year changed them, or was awful, or was wonderful, and maybe a post like that is coming soon from me, but for now I'll consider only now. And now I'm good, feeling happy, feeling fulfilled (which is probably the least held in high regard, but is the most important of emotions) and feeling like I'm getting to share all this stuff I've been working on for so long and finally am finding an audience for it that it resonates with. So these last two months in Germany have been great, and oddly enough I've spent 6 months of this year in Germany, and 6 months in India, wow. Odd to think of this. I can't wait to get back to India of course, but I'm also not so unhappy being here where I am, and that is a nice feeling.

But good, and when its all good what more can you want in your life? You can want it to be great, but if you leave room for the darker stuff also that needs to be embraced and allow for the better feelings to emerge, good is a good place to be.

When your guru blocks you on social media...

I wasn't going to write about this, but I decided after two weeks to go ahead. I'm not one to shy away from things.

So a few weeks back Sharath shared a photo of him in a one handed handstand against the wall, I shared this as well on Instagram and Facebook. I saw a guy comment about him using the wall but then didn't see any more about it but heard that Sharath responded to him and a bit of an argument happened, again, I didn't see this but I heard about it. After that his original post got taken down.

After that someone commented on mine about the situation that had happened on his. No big deal.

But a couple weeks after that I can't locate his account, it often was the first one I saw in my feed in the mornings, and would often share the stuff he posted. I am a big proponent of his after all. So I assumed the incident had caused him to close his account, but then a few days later saw others sharing posts from his page that I'd not seen before and so did some asking around and had people forward me screen shots of his account, which was still open and had new posts. So immediately I freaked out that I'd done something wrong and was whining, Amy, my dear friend who is in Mysore right now happened to receive all this from me hahaha, sorry Amy.

I got up and practiced and felt better after that, but it still bothered me. Now I've practiced with the intention of letting go of things for the past week and I completely forgot about it until someone just asked me about a new post he'd put up, and oddly enough it didn't bother me. So I feel like I've done the work properly!

Anyhow, should it bother me that a man I am deeply devoted to, and who is my connection to the lineage of my chosen path and profession in life, not to mention is my connection to Guruji whom I loved dearly, has blocked me? I mean I've had many conversations with him, I feel a strong kinship and bond with him, so whatever his reasoning, should it bother me? I've spent a lot of time and money investing in the practice under his tutelage and have learned a lot, from the practice and him, and still have memories of Guruji that I learn from. He usually talks badly about social media and so we were all surprised when he opened an account anyway. Hmmmm...

I don't know, I still feel deeply connected to him and that he will be my teacher still in the future and I still feel strongly for the Ashtanga Yoga and Mysore. So I guess I'm okay?

How can that be. I've been such a fucked up mess for so long that finally all this work I've done is kicking in?!? hahahaha, that's how it feels, but then I also don't want to get too big for my britches and cocky about it. Although it is nice to notice some things are bothering you less, and/or for lesser amounts of time than they used to. I'm feeling good.

The students here are great and I'm settling in nicely, now the rest of the day and tomorrow is off, so time to go revel in that. See you soon!

Germany...

Starting my second month in Germany, but in a whole different city than I began it in. This one is very different than the last mostly because I'd spent 4 months earlier in the year teaching in the last one and familiarizing myself with how to get around. This one has been different to get around in, but on my fifth full day here I think I'm starting to get the hang of it.

One thing that runs in my family is a good sense of direction and once I go someplace I almost never forget how to get back there, or to reverse it and get back wherever I came from.

The differences are very interesting to take note of, as I was talking about them this morning over breakfast they are still in my mind so I'll mention a few.

At the last place the students are very different. I won't say they're lazy, but they are used to being able to take it more easy and not pushed so much, so when I would push some didn't really like it, but other did and grew from it. This new place is used to having an authorised teacher there at all times, which gives a bigger sense of discipline because we go to Mysore and are trained in a certain way and deliver the teachings that same way, usually.

I've noticed a lot of interpretation in the teachings from the last two teachers who were here, I'm not trying to change any of the students a lot but I was held back for a long time and found a lot of benefit in it, so giving postures when someone can't do the one before is not how I like to do it, so a few I've stopped and explained why, offered that they can go on if they feel led to but that the benefits would be bigger if they stopped there for the time being and allowed their bodies to open up.

It feels good here, as it did in the last place, but just a different vibration.

Many, many friends are in Mysore right now practicing with Sharath and are posting lots of pics and videos and comments on Facebook and Instagram and as unaffected as I can be about that stuff I would be lying if I said it didn't bother me a little bit. Especially since I was living there all summer and none of them were there and I was craving their company.

I'm good, and I'm happy to be where I am and teaching but I miss it, I won't lie. I also have a craving to go back there when I'm finished here and ask for permission to teach in Mysore rather than traveling around and trying to find a place and having a hard time. In Mysore I'm happy, I have my temples I like to visit, my cafes where I know everyone, my rituals that I like to partake in. And of course all these things can happen anywhere, but Mysore is just where I prefer them to be. And then from there I can travel around India in my off time.

Anyhow, I won't dwell on that too much because I'm here now, I have to teach an evening class today, not my favorite and I'm hoping that I have the energy for it. I'm usually in bed by 7:30pm and to teach until then will be an odd thing, but it's only the one night and Sunday has an afternoon class as well, but not this late.

Have a great day, be wherever you are as fully as possible. Stop thinking so much about things that aren't here yet, or the past that is already over with and you cannot change, or even the things in the present that are the way they are and cannot be changed. It's all good, or it's not, but it's your choice how to feel about each thing in that moment. Thinking about it at other times brings it into your present and alters your present into a state of thinking about that stuff. I know we need to think, but I'm not a big fan overdoing it in a way that can affect us adversely.

Tschüss!