A memory popped up today on Facebook. I took this photo three years ago, in India, of people making their way to the largest spiritual gathering on the planet.
That was a tough trip for me. I was recovering emotionally and seeking peace through my practice. I was physically sick most of the 14 days. I bucket bathed in a hut and slept in a tent during 37 degree nights wearing a coat and hat to bed.
And it was my first time alone and away after the end of my marriage.
But I wouldn’t trade a moment of that journey. It helped me gain perspective, gratitude and humility.
And spending hours in silence with eyes closed, seated and still, side by side with others that maybe did or maybe didn’t speak the same language as me, I came to learn a new and sacred meaning of “unity.”
And that’s…how yoga works.