In the car to the ashram, I am reminded again. At the ashram there is no winter nor summer time, just ashram time. The clock never changes. As I enter the ashram I can feel this is true. It is as if I have never left. Still there are changes: Another shower curtain, a new song at satsang, and there is snow everywhere.
I go from hug to hug in a happy daze, decorate my larger new Buddha Loka room (Jessica's old room), and yawn and yawn only to wake up in the dead of night wide awake. I am put on jet-lag transition. No karma yoga for me. And that is fine. I have plenty of karma yoga ahead of me. Two years to be precise...
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| View from my Window |
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| Color coordinating my Clothes |
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| Forest Kitty |
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| Personal Altar |
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| Blending in with the Locals |
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| Winter Temple |
Two things I dearly miss.... the ashram and you.
ReplyDeleteI think of both often, lots of light!
-Candace-
De steen is meegereisd! Fijn om te lezen dat je veilig bent aangekomen en geland. Liefs!
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