Yoga is a powerful way to become powerfully sensual again, in its ardour for embodiment. There’s much to be found there: not merely the strains of muscle and toxic organs, but also the wounds of ancestors, the ghost of past pain and the pulsing light of deep existence. Idle no more, indeed--such is the new, ancient creed. If anything, we’re mirthful to find India here in Canada, alive and well, in yoga, in music, and people; global brethren especially so.
On the spurning of a friend we met in India, I decided to revisit some of our video logs, realizing I had never posted them to my site and realize my shortcoming in that. Or perhaps not a shortcoming at all but just now is the right time. Megan and I still muse about putting together a lengthier video as we continued filming (even to this day) though we stopped officially posting to our Barefoot Yogi site for many reasons (primary being the slow internet connections at the time). We've also been diligently and devotedly writing of India and even singing about Her. It's bound at some point to show up as an offering, creation or something else. Perhaps it'll be in the two week yoga and sound healing retreat we're planning to facilitate next Winter :)
Many of us have been to India and many wish to go so I encourage sharings around all of this. I find it endearing to nestle in expressions of our experiences of mutual spaces. It adds a lustre of beauty to see the uniqueness of perception and yet the commons that holds us like a sky J As our South African friend, Richard, used to say heartily, It’s totally shanti.