I am back on my mountaintop and there is a cloud passing by, making it foggy.
My lodge is a 50 minute walk from McLeod Ganj, the Dali Lama's hiding place here in Dharamsala, but today I decided to come up with a Tuk Tuk. I'll never do it again. It is a life threatening, adrenalin producing experience. And I DON'T WANT THAT.
I am tired today. Started my Iyengar yoga classes and love them, my body though, is inevitably responding to all this change. Every day, after 2 or 3 standing poses my body needs to cry a little (release). So I cry a little and then resume class.
I have been basically fasting for the first 3 days I was here, now I started to have one light meal a day, drinking lemon ginger honey tea and feeling slightly nauseous, just like when I was doing chemo. My body seems to be propelled by an energy of its own yet I feel tired at the same time. Last night I was shivering with fever, but I just stayed with it and it soon passed.
Not eating much. Not sleeping much. Adjusting. Throwing stuff out of my system.
I'm happy I live up on this hill. For the friends who know it, it reminds me a lot of Cres - it's like living in an Indian version of Lubenice. But also makes me think of Triestine "Piscanci". A mix of the 2, but place it in an Austrian coniferous forest. Only not quite as clean. And imagine those mountain trails filled with crazy tuk tuks honking and motorbikes honking and small cars honking and bigger cars honking. Not always thank God. When I walk down to the yoga school in the morning, the sun shines on me and it is quite peaceful. Except for the spot with the huge disgusting litter tank. Sometimes the supermarket of a host of monkeys, sometimes of a flock of ravens.
Yet, it charms you. Despite all the litter and stench. There is a GRACIOUSNESS to it, too.
Guys, I'm gonna go now, too tired to write, plus it's getting dark.
Love love love.
My lodge is a 50 minute walk from McLeod Ganj, the Dali Lama's hiding place here in Dharamsala, but today I decided to come up with a Tuk Tuk. I'll never do it again. It is a life threatening, adrenalin producing experience. And I DON'T WANT THAT.
I am tired today. Started my Iyengar yoga classes and love them, my body though, is inevitably responding to all this change. Every day, after 2 or 3 standing poses my body needs to cry a little (release). So I cry a little and then resume class.
I have been basically fasting for the first 3 days I was here, now I started to have one light meal a day, drinking lemon ginger honey tea and feeling slightly nauseous, just like when I was doing chemo. My body seems to be propelled by an energy of its own yet I feel tired at the same time. Last night I was shivering with fever, but I just stayed with it and it soon passed.
Not eating much. Not sleeping much. Adjusting. Throwing stuff out of my system.
I'm happy I live up on this hill. For the friends who know it, it reminds me a lot of Cres - it's like living in an Indian version of Lubenice. But also makes me think of Triestine "Piscanci". A mix of the 2, but place it in an Austrian coniferous forest. Only not quite as clean. And imagine those mountain trails filled with crazy tuk tuks honking and motorbikes honking and small cars honking and bigger cars honking. Not always thank God. When I walk down to the yoga school in the morning, the sun shines on me and it is quite peaceful. Except for the spot with the huge disgusting litter tank. Sometimes the supermarket of a host of monkeys, sometimes of a flock of ravens.
Yet, it charms you. Despite all the litter and stench. There is a GRACIOUSNESS to it, too.
Guys, I'm gonna go now, too tired to write, plus it's getting dark.
Love love love.
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