10 years ago to the day, I walked out of the hotel in Jaipur and headed to the ashram. I was a day early from meeting with the group, but I wanted to know the route and distance, so I wouldn't be late. The walk one way was about 1 1/2 hours. The group was staying 10 minutes from the ashram. I had just landed from South Africa and was use to walking. Curiosity drove me. I was use to traveling, so walking through a foreign city was nothing new. Seeing cows on the street was. Somehow, I had created a map and was about to test it out. The sights, sounds, and smells were unfamiliar. By this time, I was searching/seeking answers for the pain in my spiritual heart.
2021. First year to not go to India. Pandemic. Heading to Kentucky instead. I am not sure if I would return to India if I wasn't going to see Gurudev. Although, I have grown to embrace the differences and it feels like a second home.
Something pulling me to Kentucky not unlike the pull to India. Curiosity and gratitude for what is about to unfold. Takao has been babysitting a rug that I was given from the ashram. Maybe there will be a floor to keep it now. I have been thinking about Durga and all of the wonderful festivals I attended. Maybe I will find a picture to honor her. The house is going to be painted. I haven't had a wall to hang anything for a very long time. A student from over 15 years ago drew wonderful headshots of two past horses, both dead now.
My first home. My real home is inside now, but it will be fun to play farmer for a bit.
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