Jan 13, 2013

Ashram Time

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...

View from my Window
Color coordinating my Clothes
Forest Kitty
Personal Altar
Blending in with the Locals
Winter Temple




2 comments:

  1. Two things I dearly miss.... the ashram and you.

    I think of both often, lots of light!

    -Candace-

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  2. De steen is meegereisd! Fijn om te lezen dat je veilig bent aangekomen en geland. Liefs!

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