Traveling through India, experiences are as vast as these images suggest. Many layers of reality coalesce as centuries collide into one pin pointed, yet passing moment. What you see is what surrounds, but how you see it remains your choice and here there is a magic hat full of options. The paths to take are many.
Now in Gokulum, Mysore a routine persists. Each day sewed together by a thread of light-lit joy - that's the Mysore morning. A room filled mat to mat. Who stands next to you you may never know, but their presence is a part of the tide bending back and stretching toward space created.
Many times I have opened my eyes here to feel fortune beyond fortune. My palms feel fresh and open. Walking light we roam.
Love, Laura
2 comments:
Laura, how beautiful life sounds! I am so happy you posted, we miss you! I love reading everything from all of you...
Hey Girl,
Great to see ya on the blog! Hope your birthday was fabulous in India, I was thinking of you on the 25th, as you and Lawrence share the same special day. :) My yoga is Alden these days, it's hard to do any more... oh well, it's only a short season and I am enjoying him so much!
sending you lots of love,
Kara
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