Yoga Universe

Besides seeing the Himalayas I came to this spectacular northern region for my truest passion,
Yoga! I just finished the International Yoga Festival in an amazing town right on the Ganga River called Lakshman Jhula. The 8 day Ashram marathon didn't afford much time to do anything (like blog updating) except meditate, yoga, eat, sleep, meditate, yoga, chai, you get the point. The Ashrams in this country are all in on it together to rob their visitors of sleep by sticking to the 4am load speaker chanting. I've just succumbed to the reality that all of this noise is really just as essential to the Indian lifestyle as chapati's and dhal. You can't have one without the other.

The Ganga River is an experience unto herself. She is endless, and serves everyone who flock to her banks. She is a source of so much life, both spiritual and physical. She is the divine bath tub, washing machine, highway, living temple, and water source to northern India. I have witnessed now first hand how she takes all unnecessary things away. Each morning has been spent beside her being lead through physical and emotional feats by one the worlds most gifted Kundalini teachers. Whao, I thought that going for a 4o mile bike ride pushed my limits, but this pushed things to the point of needing to access some strength that I had no idea I had.
By the second day my body was so sore I snagged the first Ayurevedic massage I could which litterally wrung out all the tenderness. Not bad for 10 bucks. I'm still vibrating from the morning we literally shook our entire bodies for 30 min.
After a two hour Kundalini class the rest of each day was filled with another 4 Yoga classes! Yes, it was heavenly and so very needed to fill me with inspiration of teaching again. This was another amazing hub for meeting new friends from all over the wide globe. Since the festival ended I've been logging 10 hours of sleep a night, and yes got another decompression massage.