So, last we left off in the exciting story of my spiritual evolution while traveling India, was that I had spent a day drifting in and out of conciousness while processing the end of a troublesome sickness. By evening time I was refreshed and much healthier. I had made plans for that evening with a man named Sebi. He was an ayurvedic therapist who became my friend during my stay at the ANHC. Sebi was to take me on a walking tour of the local area. I decided not to cancel because I was well rested, and feeling much better, and could use a little fun.
We met after dinner, and headed out into the lovely evening. With the moon full and shining above us we walked down the tropical, glistening street. We were headed towards a local Roman Catholic Church where Sebi often went to pray. Sebi was an indian with some portugese ancestors, and as such was catholic and not hindu. He was a gentle, kind, genuinely sweet, and intriguing person. Being in his presence was soothing, and I could see how he must be an amazing ayurvedic therapist!!
As we walked we talked and told our stories. We spoke of love and the complications of it. We spoke of lovers and the loss of them. We spoke of family and the safety of them. We spoke of the uncertainty of our futures. We spoke of the joy of the present. Our conversations were efortless and without pause.
We arrived at the beautiful, towering church. I stood in awe of the clean, decadent, familiarity of the place. It amazed me how different a hindu temple was from a roman catholic church. Hindu temples are like the circus with animal gods and godesses, with the bright colors, the bells, and the live drumming. The catholic church was decadent, tall, towering, white and clean, with silence and wealth pervading. I had a momentary flash of home, and the church's you see sprawling across the suburban landscapes of America.
We walked around the church and Sebi spoke of his spirituality. He showed me where he liked to sit silently and pray. We circled a gazebo where he told me he goes at night to be alone and think. We began to continue on in our walk and got half a block up the street when the monsoon rain began. The sky literally ripped open and dumped upon us like a huge bucket full of clean, spring water. We giggled, and as I ran my skirt dragged. Sebi looked me in the eye and smiled from his sternum up to his head, probably because I surely looked like a drowned rat! He grabbed my hand and we ran through this monsoon storm! We got back to the church, because it was the only dry place to hide close by. We sat in the doorway together looking out as the large raindrops fell fast.
We were quiet.
There was no need for words. It was one of those really nice quiet moments two people share, when there would surely be things we could find to say, but there was no need to because the moment was perfect without words, and we were so comfortable with one another that we didn't even try to force it.
We just sat and held hands and watched the rain.
Eventually the rain let up and we sunk back down to earth and became aware of the present. We decided to continue walking. We headed back the way we came and found ourselves back at the center. It seemed obvious that since we were here where we both stayed that we could just end the night now. But, there was a lingering in both of us. We were having a really nice time together, and neither of us wanted the moment to end. Sebi asked me if I would like to take a ride and check out some beautiful places near by. I was so happy he offered!
He hopped on his motorcycle and I hopped on back and held on tight to him as he sped away.
What a dream moment! If this were a movie, then this would be the moment in the movie where the girl is giggling, and a really good song is perfectly describing the perfect moment she is having while cruising on the back of a motorcycle with her hair blowing in the wind, and her arms wrapped around a really beautiful and amazing man!
I felt like the star of my own movie! Sebi felt like the intriguing stranger in the story who has an important but short role in the film. While cruising on the back of his bike I realized that if I had come here to study Ayurveda then surely Sebi and I would have had enough time for a love to grow between us. But, fate had guided me in other directions and this genuine moment we were sharing was sure to end soon!
We ended up at the beach and walked for a few hours. We talked, and held hands. It was that sweet, and pure, and simple. We never kissed, and we never fell in love, but we sort of wanted to. When the moon was ripe we sat underneath her fullness, close to one another canopied by a strange tree. We watched the waves crash. We felt the warmth flow between our touching arms. It was definately time for the night to end and neither of us wanted it to. Sebi asked me to change my plane ticket and stay longer. I wanted to. I could have. But something in me told me I wasn't supposed to. I can't explain why. Later in this trip I would find many reasons why I was supposed to travel on! But, right then under the strange indian tree and the familiar moon beams, next to Sebi, I had no clue why I couldn't stay, I just knew I couldn't.
I could tell you the details of our nights end and then the next day I spent getting ready to leave, but none of that is as interesting or could even compare to the beauty of the amazing night we shared walking and talking and holding hands.
I never did get my deposit back from the ANHC, which is the reason I came here. I did find a deep friend, and worked through my sickness. I was healed physically, and a bit spiritually as well! And so, I left the Ayurvedic Natural Health Center without my deposit returned to me, but with a sweet memory instead.