We awake at 4:30am to attend the morning prayer on our last day in Varnassi.
Groggy, sleepy, quiet, spritual girls are we.
Stumbling down skinny back streets, stumbling over fresh brahmin poo.
I hope god guides me so I dont step in it, cuz I just cant focus.
Dreamily floating to the rivers edge. The sun is creeping as we sink into the river boat.
We know the drill this time, there is no need for over excitement or shock.
We simply float along silently, peacefully.
I have practically a silent morning. I barely say 3 words. I am in my own heart now.
The chanting, the milky ganges river, the orange sadhu's, the constant burning, death, prayer, bells ringing, bathing, and god. These things surround me.
I am amazed, joyed, inspired, and yet I dont think I can take another minute of this city.
We are skirting down small side streets again on our way to the home of Lahiri Mahasaya, the guru of Paramahansa Yogananda, Sarah and Cecile's guru. There is a small temple out front devoted to Siva.
Meditation is morphing into my life naturally. I do so many times a day here. I sink down on the stoop of this mini temple and softly fall into the bliss of inner silence.
When we all finish our private moment we are introduced to our guide's friend, an obviously enlightened human. He is so beautiful, I can feel Cecile, Sarah, and myself gravitating love directly from our hearts to him. He takes notice and humbly graces us with the spirit of his smile.
Our guide bestow's upon us a present. It is 2 CD's, one a spiritual talk, and the other a spiritual musical CD. The CD is a peaceful, inspiring, flowing blend of Indian music. It shall be the music to accompany my newly created Yoga Dance. I have begun to choreograph the Yoga Dance, and look forward to unleashing it upon the world!!! It is a beautiful, flowing synergy of intense yoga poses, soft fluid dance moves, and indian cultural expression. Or, at least my expression of the indian culture, that is. Itzzzzzzzzz Grrrrrrrrrr8!
After this touching gift and gracious moment, we hop into a brand new car which looks like it was teleported from the 1950's. (Just another one of those moments when I am reminded that I am not in Kansas anymore, Toto!!!)
Silent spiritual energy is clouding the car and the moment.
Our driver cant speak english.
Our guide senses that all we can handle at this point is something gentle. So, he breaks out in song. With his soft, deep voice he sings us a prayer.
The colorful diverse world out there flies by me outside thick window pane. A mesh of colors, and the frost of air conditioning.
A prayer to soothe me, that I don't even understand, and yet serves it's purpose completely.
And then we are back, at our hotel which has been our sanctuary from this crazy intense town.
Sometimes in India we just hide in our room for a few minutes. Its our way of grounding ourselves. In our room we speak english and light insense. In our room we lay around and no one stares at us. In our room we snack on nuts and ginger gummy bears we brought from america. In our room we play with glitter and compare brand new packs of bindi's. In our room it feels normal for a moment before we head back out to the intensity that is India!
And again we are off. Flying through dirty, dusty, hot towns to our next destination. We are heading to Bhod Gaya, to sit under the Bhodi Tree where Buddha found enlightenment under. We are excited to return to a Tibetin influenced town!
We are excited to stir up change and get out of here.
Varnassi has been amazing, but one can only stay here for small chunks of time. Eventually the burning dead bodies, the poverty, the small dirty streets, the sadhu's, the sweltering heat, the heaviness of religion weigh's on your heart. Varnassi is a place to visit for a short time. Varnassi is a place full of life and death and spirituality and learning.