Almost one month has passed in Prashanti. I have eight hours of classes a day, one hour of yoga, one hour of sat-sanga, one hour of bhajan, two hours of meal time and the rest I try to sqeeze as much study as possible. My life has become a mechanism that is beyond me. In the past, unable to ever overcome inertia to rise early to perform and spiritual activity due to lethargy, now I spring to life well before brahma muhurta knowing that if I do not, I will not be able to get in precious study time during the only period of the day that is truly mine and truly quiet.
Yoga has become more than a routine, it has inched its way into my classes through breathing techniques and chakra awareness. The bhajans with the entire school are truly wonderful. Impelled by the other students to play mrdang,a I enjoy the rapture of feeling the immersion in blissful seva to my gurudeva through the divine interplay of the mrdanga's sweet beats, regardless of whatever bhajan being sung, I am with Gurudeva in sankirtana.
Teachers continue to be extremely helpful and instrumental in assisting me to come up to speed. All my classmates are fresh out of high school, they laugh and play with me calling me 'uncle' after celebrating the 31st birthday yesterday. Whatever they call me it is all fun, and the relationships are real. Some faculty keep saying that I am from America and therefore others should follow my example...not exactly the image of what I would want others to live up to, I always thought of myself as a reformed American and twice-born into the Vedic culture, but having lived in Indian culture more and more now I can appreciate the good qualities of the western world that have helped me through my journey and continue to do so.
Hari Hari
Yoga has become more than a routine, it has inched its way into my classes through breathing techniques and chakra awareness. The bhajans with the entire school are truly wonderful. Impelled by the other students to play mrdang,a I enjoy the rapture of feeling the immersion in blissful seva to my gurudeva through the divine interplay of the mrdanga's sweet beats, regardless of whatever bhajan being sung, I am with Gurudeva in sankirtana.
Teachers continue to be extremely helpful and instrumental in assisting me to come up to speed. All my classmates are fresh out of high school, they laugh and play with me calling me 'uncle' after celebrating the 31st birthday yesterday. Whatever they call me it is all fun, and the relationships are real. Some faculty keep saying that I am from America and therefore others should follow my example...not exactly the image of what I would want others to live up to, I always thought of myself as a reformed American and twice-born into the Vedic culture, but having lived in Indian culture more and more now I can appreciate the good qualities of the western world that have helped me through my journey and continue to do so.
Hari Hari
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