Day Fifty-Nine: Experiments in Seeking
"Yoga is the practice of tolerating the consequences of being yourself"
This past week has been a challenge in feeling normal energy levels – I’m talking tired and ready for a nap by noon kind of energy levels, and that’s all BEFORE doing yoga of any kind. Dr. Harsh told me to get some blood drawn to check on my iron levels, which will hopefully get to the bottom of it (the growing pains of a vegetarian yogi maybe?). In the meantime, we switched up the daily morning routine this week to test out other yoga schools, as the date to sign up is inching closer and closer.
We decided to start making breakfast at home, something I’ve definitely taken for granted since leaving New York. Breakfast consists of Wylie’s famous ghee and coconut oil-based pour over coffee and my new favorite mix of mango, pomegranate, mixed nuts and two hard-boiled eggs. Following breakfast, we take a 40-minute walk over to Ram Juhla on the opposite side of town to explore a new ashtanga class. Imagine as you flow through your asanas and as you come into cobra, the floor to ceiling windows reveal glimpses of cows drinking from the Ganga River while Indian children run around butt naked beaming in the sunlight.
As the week wore on, so did my body. As fate would have it, on Friday we took the motorbike out to Osho Gangadham, the center that we visited the week before to get a feel for the ashram and its particular style of meditation. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but in no coincidental fashion, our visit overlapped with a workshop aptly called “Path of the Mystic” taking place that night and following day. Sure, why not?
In the course of one evening and morning that began with loud expressive wailing outside our room at 6am (which we found out later were the sounds of a private group doing dynamic meditation), something cracked open in me and all the energy that had gone missing from the week came pouring out. The exercises were intense in what they stirred up and the very specific music that accompanied them. Friday night had us doing kundalini, dance, and third eye activation. Saturday morning had us on dynamic meditation and chakra therapy – all with many chai tea breaks in between to keep our bodies warm and comforted. Trying to remember exactly what happened would be like recounting a freshly baked psychedelic experience, so hopefully these sketches will give you a glimpse into the surrealism of it all…
My first ever ashram experience came and went just like that. What lasted less than 24 hours felt like days of energy and emotional release working itself through me and shedding off layers of old growth. We left the center before noon and made our way over the nearby waterfall to rest in nature and drink up the fresh Himalayan breeze. The mountains must have caught on to what we had experienced only several hours ago and decided to help us purify our bodies in the cold natural springs.
We ended the night completely refreshed and relaxed at Ramana’s Café for my favorite: pizza and movie night—no amount of third eye activation will ever satisfy quite like that.