I am back to real life—or what the yogis consider the UNreal life. In less than 24 hours, I have already submitted my e-signature for my e-filed taxes, drunk two cups of coffee, eaten spicy food, quarreled with Other. But all last night as I slept, or tried to sleep, the refrain "Jaya Ganesha Jaya Ganesha/ Jaya Ganesha Paahimaam/ Sri Ganesha Sri Ganesha/ Sri Ganesha Rakshamaam" (I have no idea what it means, but it sounds both rousing and sweet, like a yogic version of a Sousa march) wafted through my brain. Leaving yoga camp is like stepping off a boat. It takes a while to get your land legs back.
Asato ma sad gamaya
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
Mrtyor ma amrtam gamaya.
Lead me from the unreal to the Real.
Lead me from darkness to Light.
Lead me from death to Immortality.
Above: Om by Uma
2 comments:
Welcome home. Thank you for this blog. It has provided a virtual, stress-free winter vacation in Bahamian yoga camp. Thanks to your keen eye, unique perspective and witty writing, the seeming insufferable has been transformed into the sufferable, even the enjoyable. Hari Om. (A slight problem occurred when Wednesday's entry surfaced in my mind during my own yoga class: doing the shoulder stand, I broke into giggles recollecting the "miserable-looking creature" on which Shiva danced. Poor miserable ego.)
Oh, dear - I missed the retreat! I have to now go back and read those entries as soon as possible! Welcome home.......
I hope someday to go with you.
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