Oh India! I love you so!

Leaving India happened so fast. As much as I was ready to go to Bali, I could have stayed there a while longer. The stories range from beaches, cruising through the backwaters, being hit on by creepy men on the train, meditation and bajan in a group of some where between 10-15,000 people, elephants and camels in the city, sari shopping, a camel safari during mating season (I think I'll write a blog about this one eventually), being ripped off while in prayer (? Cheeky bastards!), shopping in Pushkar, hanging with a Baba, a Nepolize and a Karla for a few hours of learning, being attacked my monkeys, learning how much I can hate and love the exact same thing, being so sick I just prayed that it would only come out one end at a time, being so sick that I was hallucinating, a 5-day Tantra workshop, being scolded by a Tibetan Buddhist Nun, silent snow falling in the Himalayans, 10-days of silence while learning about Tibetan Buddhism 7000 feet up the Himalayans, The Tibetan Book of the Dead documentary, hanging out in the land of the Dalia Lama, Losar (Tibetan New Year), watching the changing of the guard at the Pakistan border, serving at the Golden Temple in Amritsar (chopping onions and potatoes for hours!), falling off a motorbike (don't worry Mom! I'm ok - not even a scratch!), jumping in the Ganga (Wah! Shakti Blast!!), mangy dogs, cute puppies, cows chewing garbage with poo smeared all over their bum and tail, people missing limbs, black toothed smiles, spitting men, people peeing in the most random places, cooing babies, smiling faces from all around the world, beggers, inspiration when I least expected it, random acts of kindness, being sung mantra to by the old man sitting next to me on the bus followed by a lesson on the Bagavad Gita, having different Baba's grab my hands and telling me what they see (funny thing is that they all said many of the same things), falling in love over and over again, having my heart broken over and over again, avoiding the major cities, loving the smaller villages, being fed by my new Punjabi friends on the train, learning how to cook some Indian dishes, Satsung, being cared for by my Indian Uncle-ji, smiles, laughter and tears, massive realizations on life, lots of meditation, lots of prayer, lots of love.

There's really so much to share. The entire trip was offered to Spirit, open to be guided, never knowing quite how things will turn out. Full of coincidences, remembering that there really are no coincedences. Everything happens for a reason. I'm sure most of the stories will come out in yoga classes and over tea when I return.

The only thing I know for sure is that I'll be back.

Thank you India. Thank you Spirit. Thank you Rinpoche. Thank you to all the Uncle-ji's. Thank you me. Thank you you.

Namaste-ji