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Day Forty-Seven: Hitting my Stride

It’s been two week since first arriving in Rishikesh, and like any process of settling into a new place; I’m beginning to feel the experience of time again. A Monday is starting to feel like a Monday and a Sunday (today) is shaping up to feel familiar and exciting. The ‘honeymoon’ energy of feeling novelty in everything begins to settle into patterns of ritual and routine (with the exception of seeing the Himalayas -- that seems to keep the giddiness going).

Greeting our daily donkey friends as we make our way to Pure Soul for pre-yoga caffeine

Greeting our daily donkey friends as we make our way to Pure Soul for pre-yoga caffeine

And of course, good cafe vibes never get old...

And of course, good cafe vibes never get old...

Smoothies at Pure Soul

Smoothies at Pure Soul

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<3

Can you tell we love Pure Soul?

Can you tell we love Pure Soul?

Travel friends come and go, but this goddess bunch was special &lt;3

Travel friends come and go, but this goddess bunch was special <3

The supermoon last Monday was a powerful one, meant to stir up feelings around money, abundance, and self worth. Not coincidentally, the money situation in India is still the talk of town. Every day, only a certain amount of notes are distributed across the town’s ATMs and there’s no real guarantee of when the machines will open. Plus, an ATM man monitors the flow of people in and out and how much money can be taken out, so any chance of doubling up on withdrawals is out of the question. It’s now uncommon to stand in line for the expected hour plus and come to find out (right when it’s your turn), that the ATMs have run out of money for the day. Just come ready with a book, podcast and some conversation, and time passes A LOT more quickly. As a New Yorker, that’s an easy one to master.

Just another day on the ATM line!

Just another day on the ATM line!

Consumption has not been the focus of the week, so the timing of this money situation comes at a good time. This past week has been a real exercise in working through feelings of village FOMO (yes, it’s a real thing). Yoga is no doubt what people come to Rishikesh for, but it’s not that straightforward really. For one, there’s a serious oversaturation of ashrams here. Everywhere you look, there’s a sign painted or hung promoting this yoga class and that meditation session. There’s no end to what you can experience here, and most of what’s good can’t be experienced in conveniently researching a website. Also, the Wifi is not something you can even count on, so the sooner you can embrace that, the sooner you can really begin life here.

Close to our apartment are many yoga schools scattered about

Close to our apartment are many yoga schools scattered about

And to make matters even more difficult to navigate, the flyers are not entirely accurate and updated. Phone numbers don’t work. The village way is such that you have to physically show up and see what’s happening and not happening without any attachment to outcome. It’s been both a physical work out (lots of small hilly roads to climb) and emotional practice of going with the flow and embracing uncertainty.

But if you want to grasp the spiritual math here…

…seven yoga classes

…five yoga teachers

…one unexpected convo with a Swami

…one revelatory interaction with a Yogi

…one kirtan

…and one saatsang later…

So much has unfolded effortlessly. We’ve signed up to experience ashram life at a small, intimate nook in the mountains called Himalayan Yog Ashram – fingers and toes crossed we’re accepted. And come January, we’ll be doing yoga teacher training just up the hill from where we currently live.

Himalayan Yog Ashram looking fresh

Himalayan Yog Ashram looking fresh

The ashram boasts a beautiful garden

The ashram boasts a beautiful garden

OHHHH and best news ever….I did my FIRST EVER headstand all by myself!!! After a month of getting sick over and over, you can imagine the bliss.

#yogigoals

Tiffany Wen