I've been meant to write for a few days now, maybe a few weeks even. There's a lot to share, to process and a few things to throw up and never touch again. Cleansing. Again my time spent in India was a deep cleansing of body and soul. And after a clean up we all know the body is fragile, sensitive, the mind and heart open and optimistic. Boom; home, people, friends, family, society, duties, expectations, life.. What is life? This life here? Work, summer, bad weather, catching up, running, Internet, weekends, enjoying days off, newspapers, festivals. Is there room for more? Some days I love it, others I want to flee. I'm daydreaming about my life in the mountains of Bhagsu, Dharamsala. Waking up, walking down the mountain path to the yoga hut. Love, compassion, peace and practice. Eating breakfast alone, with my lover or meeting friends along the path. Feeling connected, free. The day is free. I go where I go because I choose to, because my gut tells me to. I eat what is good for me. I meet people I should meet. There's something truly special when you let go. When you allow the universe to guide you, to help you and bring you what you need. You learn to communicate this, trust this and then live this. Living in a normal society among all these people I suddenly feel lonely. Our society is so isolated. We are all so narrow always with a plan in mind, we go shopping, or we are with a friend or we are with work people having lunch. Most things need a label, a box with frames, an intention and therefore restrictions. This makes us closed off from the universe, from the collective life.
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