India – Men and Women

I’d seen him for a couple of weeks, slowly walking behind a young beautiful blindfolded woman, giving her steady and gentle instructions, or sitting next to another young woman in a café, setting up a video for her to watch as he sat quietly and attentively next to her.  One time I saw him in the …

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India – Purgatory

I arrived in Delhi in the early morning, from an overnight bus ride.   I started the journey very enthusiastically head dancing to my favorite music.  It was the first time I’d listened to it in India.  It brought back that excited feeling of beginning a road trip. The guy in the seat in front of me …

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India – Intentions

At two kilometers above sea level the clouds drifted down to meet the trees, only to be shaped, reshaped and gently pulled apart by the wind.  It was a constant unfolding story, not unlike what I was witnessing in the theatre of the retreat center. The quieter my mind became, from hours of sitting in silence, …

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India – A Moment

I followed the sound of chanting and bells to the village, which was mostly just small blackened concrete garage-like shops strung together along the blacked concrete streets, with Indian men standing around in layers of cloth folded up like short skirts. There was the occasional fish seller, who laid his fresh kill on the side of …

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India – Aging

I met Shanti the day after I arrived at the meditation center, the day after their ten days of silence. She wore a floppy pink velvet hat, light blue scarves and a fake fur wrap. We were two km above sea level, so the mornings and evenings were cool. Shanti was about 5’5″ and 90 …

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India – The Bus Ride

Rene, Shanti and I stood at the edge of the road with our bags at dark flagging down every bus that came our way.  The buses didn’t have neon signs on the front telling where they were going.  We hoped messages were conveyed to the driver of the bus that there would be three westerners in front …

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India – LaGuardia Airport

Stepping out of a large plane and walking through the tarmac tunnel, after being confined in it’s tight rounded walls for 20 hours felt like a birth.  For the pre-birth I had taken an hour and a half taxi to the wrong airport, then a hurried fifteen minute drive to the right one.   I dragged my backpack …

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