This was my third time at #shensarayogafestival
and the only physical evidence of my time there is this video of the lovely #lobomarino
, my henna tattoo, and my sore hamstrings. But I love that about this festival-there's no service to mindlessly check your phone, nor is there a need to take pictures to document what you're doing. And why would we want to? It's the experience that matters. The self-sufficiency I felt putting up my tent by myself without an ounce of frustration. Walking by strangers who, instead of gossiping, are speaking of spiritual growth and improving the world. Seeing children playing in the river and not even being able to identify who they belong to because everyone is keeping a watchful eye. I woke up at 3am, annoyed that I ate so much watermelon before bed. But when I stepped out of my tent and I looked up and saw what looked like a million stars, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Going to sleep to the sound of a drum circle and people singing together over the bonfire. Doing yoga in the sun, moving and breathing in sync with dozens of others whose only purpose is peace and connection. Working up a sweat and jumping into the cold river, which seems to cleanse the soul every time. This is what matters and it's okay to take time for oneself to disconnect to reconnect with the beauty of life. I'm so grateful for the yoga community and these gatherings! One of the teachers said that we shouldn't think about going "back to reality." That THIS-the feeling of peace and loving kindness for everyone and life itself-is also reality and we can take it everywhere we go. Pure, unadulterated truth.
#latepost #hariom #yogaeverydamnday #pathtopeace