October 14th Day 11
I had every intention to go to a yoga class. When my sleep became interrupted by the alarm I felt so tired I just rolled over and went to back to sleep. When I wake up for the second time my head feels thick. The back of my throat feels a little swollen. My morning routine is anything but routine. I notice the tightness in my legs and low back. Even after breakfast and a walk around the grounds I still feel a bit on edge.
During my time on the walk I encounter my first private conversation with an older German man. He introduces himself as Peter, I had seen him around the dining hall. When I introduced myself he immediately asked me why an American came all the way over here (India). We got to talking a bit. His wife is very skeptical so did not join him. He has an Indian friend, a a priest, and a sister-in-law refer this Ayurvedic Resort. They have shared some about Ayurveda with him, he was intrigued. It was his first time at the resort. He’s very pleased. He was so into American politics. The conversation quickly went to whatever he had read about Trump and Hilary. There was no hesitation to ask my feelings, as well to share his own. He said the European nation was very concerned, very concerned. With polite haste, I end the conversation and continue my walk of the grounds.
I love that the clinic, where you see the Doctors and receive therapies, are at the top of the resort. My bungalow is at the bottom of the resort, close to the beach. Reminds me of visiting Rob, my Ayurvedic practitioner at home…Making your way up the mountain, one step at a time.
I join Cathy for lunch. Sampling and delighting in the tastes of Ayurvedic cuisine.
I’m off to get ready for treatment. On my walk down I’m witnessing the conversation I had at lunch with Cathy. I shared some of the reasons why I came to the resort, to regain a sense of strength that I have missed since 2012, after two panic attacks my system was never the same. I have always maintained a pretty average weight for my frame. I never felt I had body image challenges. After high school I gained some weight, I had stopped doing 2 physical activities that I had done for most of my life and began to work more and go to college. I wanted to be healthier and trimmer, the way I was when I was more active, for the most part I never spent much time focusing or viewing my body negatively. I never dieted, I think I owned scale once in my life but was never obsessive over number. I realized a lot of the people I knew were riddled with body image challenges and would often question my body and choices as well. Have I adopted their body shame? Do I allow others to influence the way I see myself? It’s an interesting thought… When else have I allowed someone else to influence the way I feel about myself? The first thought, and it was a solid thought, was my intelligence. My Mom throughout my entire elementary education set high expectations and was never satisfied with the nearly perfect GPA I’d bring home. This can do a number on your self-esteem at a young age. For the past 5 years I’ve mourned my Mother in the healthiest way I know how- getting healthy myself. Falling in love with myself, learning how to care for my body, my mind and my heart. I am gaining self-esteem with every action. I have crafted my life creatively over the past 5 years to allow myself to pursue wholistic health practices and medicine. I’ve cultivated relationships with those who wake up, show up with their whole heart and do the best they can. I feel transformed. Is this a full circle moment?
A mantra begins to take form as I make my way into Treatment Day 11.
I am beautiful, healthy, strong, stable and flexible, kind and gentle.
Day 11 Treatment was the same as the previous day. Begins with the general therapy. The general massage is done with herbal oil or herbal powder. This massage improves blood and lymph circulation and numerous benefits to the nervous and digestive system. Typically lasts about 60 minutes.
Mamsa Kizhi follows. This therapy was one I was most curious about- as I had not seen it in any of my readings prior to arrival. When I asked the doctor in the beginning of my stay what it was they were vague is explaining what and how the meat was prepared for the treatment. Seeing how I was not a big meat eater prior to coming, and now practicing vegetarianism, I was aware of my discomfort with the thought of using meat in treatment. This is all an experience so regardless of my initial feelings of distaste, I open to the wonderment of the treatment.
Mamsa Pinda Sweda (Mamsa kizhi) per the health resort is a specialized therapy which is performed for the diseases related to Bones, muscles and nerves. Mamsa means (goat’s Meat), Pinda means a bolus. Sweda means Fomentation or sudation. The sweda or sudation given by using a bolus which is prepared by using mamsa (goat’s meat) along with medicated rice and other herbs is called as Mamsa Kizhi. It is a type of nourishing therapy. The mamsa (muscle) which is used for this purpose is processed with different medicine according to the condition of the patient and the disease. What challenged me most was the smell. It was a very strong animal smell that I was not used to in treatment. I realized half way through breathing through my mouth was best. The treatment felt dense and the therapist worked vigorously.
Sarvanga Kashaya Dhara per the health resort is a sedation therapy using herbal decoction. This is a process by which the body is made to perspire by means of pouring warm decoction from special herbs with a special vessel from a certain height in rhythmic manner and is rubbed into the body. This method removes ‘ama’ or toxins from the tissues and promotes fat metabolism, removes tension from muscles and alleviates pain and stiffness of the joints and muscles. After the Pinda Sweda this treatment was welcomed and enjoyed.
October 15th Day 12
Came down with a head cold. I felt very crummy in the early morning. I called up to the Ayurveda clinic to speak to someone to let them know so we could reschedule my treatment or plan accordingly. They told me to take it easy and get some rest for the morning. To have a light lunch and to come my normal time for the Doctor to treat my condition.
I made it to lunch. I saw for Prasad and he immediately knew I was sick. I’m not sure if the staff informed him or if he could just tell by looking at me. He brought me rice soup with salt and pickled mango. The pickled stuff is insanely spicy. Then a small tomato veggie soup, paired with the crunchy cracker that is hot with peppercorns, Pappadum. The whole meal felt very warm and spicier than I was used to eating here. Prasad went to make me an herbal tea. Even though I was feeling terrible, I was excited to finally get some good herbal tea! I make my own formula at home that I love and have been missing the herbal decoction. The tea consists of black peppercorn, palm sugar, dry ginger, and Tulsi, also known as Krishna Basil/Holy Basil. Prasad pours me a glass and gives me the rest in a thermos. I am to take it with me and drink for the remainder of the day.
A sweet surprise awaits me after lunch. Lifts my spirits a bit.
I did not get my regularly scheduled treatment. Admittedly there is a part of me that is grateful that I got this head cold. I am getting the opportunity to see and experience how they would treat something like this. I’m just fascinated by the approach and use of herbs as medicine. Today I saw the doctor, we discussed my symptoms and we agreed that I would have a herbal inhalation treatment for today. The treatment reminded me of the standard Vicks inhalation treatment Mom would have done. The treatment was very similar, Sheela boiled some hot water that had herbs, covered it with gauze, draped my eyes in gauze as well, told me to lean over and inhale the aromatic steam. I did that for maybe 20 minutes. Some pleasant pops of the ears and jaw relieved some of my congestion. After the inhalation treatment, I gargled with turmeric water. Immediately after I felt clear, behind the eyes less pressure in my head. I was given some blue pills and a bottle of liquid to take after each meal. The Doctor also told me to rest but not to sleep, especially sweating while I slept.
The rest of the day is like a blur. I spent most of the afternoon gazing out the window, reclining of the bed, at times I did drift in and out of sleep.
I made it to dinner. I ate more off the Kapha menu, warm and spicy to help move out the congestion in my head. I excused myself early, sipping my herbal tea, ready for some much-needed sleep.
October 16th Day 13
Slept well especially for having a head cold. Feel more like myself today. I still have some slight congestion in my nose, not as severe as yesterday, thank goodness.
I was enjoying breakfast by myself when an English lady approached me. She says to me, I hold too much here and brings her hands close to her chest. She says, I have too much stress in being perfect. To let it go. Do 70%. At places like this, where people decompress, de-stress they do not normally get sick. Be like the waves. Go with the flow. I’m to concentrated was her final statement… Such an interesting observation by a stranger. She excuses herself. I observe the multitude of thoughts arising as she is walking away. Is this easier for a woman in her 60’s to say and do, was she just like me when she was 30? Striving too much? I know I strive quite a bit back at home. In my career, as a teacher, I am highly concentrated on wanting things just so. In treatments, the space I craft considers the entire Being, all the senses are engaged, recognized and balances. When I teach, I enjoy the preparation and creation of teaching materials. I have been told when I have a passion I can be intense. What can I say, I like to experience and share with my whole heart. This momentary conversation with this woman was causing my inner landscape to mudslide with egocentric thoughts- I am probably 20-25 years her junior, this is the time for building, being passionate and creating something dimensional of value to sustain myself in this life… I’m not retired. I’m just starting. My lifelong experience has been one of great effort and striving for some level of perfection and completion. It is ingrained behavioral but could this aspect of my personality change? Where does this striving come from and does it serve me? Can I conduct myself with more ease and grace? Perhaps in the long run it will make me a better teacher. I let all these thoughts and hypotheticals move through my mind. As my reactive monkeys begin to settle I am more relaxed. From a less reactive state I reflect: Why was this conversation staying with me? Initially felt the resistance to her speaking to me in this way. Making an observation or judgment of me without even knowing my name. And perhaps because of her lack of knowing she could see the most honest reflection of me.
Took it easy for the day, got rest. Want this cold to move through.
Treatment today was the same as Day 12- steam inhalation and today felt well enough to receive an abhyanga massage.
During treatment, my therapist Sheela asked me about my tattoo I have on my left side torso. The words, “At peace”, I shared with her that it was in remembrance of my Mom. She immediately asked if I had siblings, if my dad remarried, how old was he,does he love alone? We’ve been treatment together for 13 days and she just now asked me…I reflected on family and the meaning of it within in her culture. Families stay and live together, caring for one another, side by side. The opposite appears to be the American culture in which I grew up in. Privacy is valued and many of us choose to have others care for our young and elderly. Everything’s unfolding…the perfection of the universe.
Cathy and I broke away from the resort before dinner. We couldn’t contain ourselves. My curiosity was peaking and I know Cathy and her free spirit wanted to roam beyond the walls since day one! We exit through the two large wooden doors, down the street and onto the main thoroughfare. Talk about raw. Compared to the beauty inside the resort, beyond the walls is another way of life. India has many layers. Motorcycles, mopeds, city buses that have no windows, no sidewalks, trash…everywhere, shops in various colors and conditions run the length of the road in both directions. We ducked into a small covered area… a farmer’s market. Three small vendors. When I say vendors, there are no tents, signs, or tables just boxes on the dirt floor with some produce. There was enough to choose from. I’m realizing India folk have no problem getting close to the earth. And finally the smell of India that I’ve heard so much about. Because of my experience with horses I feel like I can tolerate and almost enjoy a certain level of earth smell. This is slightly above that but nothing unmanageable. People are alive and busy. Driving reminds me of being in Mexico however less organized, without cars, just city buses and mopeds. Cathy informed me many of the drivers may be drinking and to stand away from the road when you see them coming. We venture into a few shops. Many of the shops where was covered head to toe, so much to see, mostly figurines and jewelry. Varying experiences with shop owners. Some were persistent salesmen, others gave you your space.
Finally, a shop with fewer items. Less repetition, quality appeared higher end. The shop owner was unassuming and was patient and eager to share when we asked questions about her various pieces in his shop. He had quite an alluring collection of items. I have shopped stones, crystals and semi-precious stones in the states. I have acquired some very interesting pieces that I find to be modest and charming. He had much of the same in his shop in the way of jewelry. Tasteful, varying themes from metals to cut semi-precious faceted earrings to coral and shell necklaces made from an earlier time. The Signing Bowel Gallery was the shop, Rashid is the owner. He made us our first cup of traditional chai tea and we stayed awhile. He told us stories of history and mythology. Tapestries showing Buddhist teaching and Hindu deities are woven and dyed in bright colors. We experienced the range of metal signing bowls, the vibration intense. A nice selection of figurines, 2 or 3 well-crafted Ganesha, the one thing my husband requested I return home with. After spending some time reading on the different deities, I am attracted to Lakshmi or Saraswati as well as the elusive Lord Dhanvantari. I have yet to see him and I’ve asked all the shop owners. Very uncommon, Rashid says, especially in metal. He tells me he will look around. We asked if he had any semi-precious stones of a particular kind. Cathy found what the Joytish astrologer recommended for her. The search for my yellow sapphire was not as successful. Had some beautiful semi-precious beaded necklaces emerald yellow, sapphires, blue sapphires, and rubies. He had a sweet pair of Tibetan chimes that came in a caring case, two different sizes. Cathy and I both immediately delighted by them. We head out and make our way quickly back to the resort, the sun setting, my appetite is peaked.
Fulfilling dinner after a wonder full day.
October 17th Day 14
After breakfast, I meet Cathy. She surprised me, apparently last night after dinner she snuck out went to the singing bowl gallery and bought her big singing bowl and the set of chines. She gifted me the smaller set of chimes. A remembrance for our time together there. She thanked me for sharing all that I knew on the Ayurveda subject and the wonderful experience.
We agree to make our way beyond the doors of the resort once again.
As we make our way past the shops, we are chatting, moving more quickly than I have since I arrived in India. I felt my energy buzzing, feeding off the busy pace of the streets. It seemed my body and my mind were speeding up to go with the flow. We walked right past The Singing Bowl Gallery, only noticing when we heard the calls of a man’s voice behind us. Rashid, The Singing Bowl Gallery shop owner was standing outside his shop calling to us and waving his hands to come his way. We double back and enter in the charming shop. Thus far I have not commented much on the weather of the region. It is…warm. Some may say hot, too hot for their comfort. I tend to run a little on the cold side and can acclimate to temperature fluctuations well. Being out and about, further from the beach and with more activity it was hot and humid. I was looking forward to the relief of the modest air conditioner unit Rashid had in his shop. I am immediately met by a wave of heat and stagnation. Electric is out, no power means no air conditioning. The enclosed shop was beginning to feel like a sauna. He offers us tea, you cannot decline the hospitality, nor did we want to say no to the delicious tea, we agree to tea. Glancing toward one another, she and I acknowledge we are sweating through our cloths. He makes us a cup of tea on his gas burner. Kashmiri Tea (Kehwe) is made with saffron, cardamom and cinnamon. Yum. After tea we take more time in the shop, looking at his fine stones and jewelry. He had some beautiful and different figurines. I am up spending a little bit more than anticipated but well worth the money. I was reminded that, “I am here now! I can always make more money later”. Who knows when I will be back in India. I purchased a Vajra- the one I selected is representing the five elements which of course I love. Rashid goes on to explain that these symbolize the main male and female energies and are used in meditation. He showed me a few of the hand positions with the Vajra and what they meant. The first position he shared was the 67th position Sattwa- for meditation the thumb and index finger touch representing that male and female energy. The second position I am shown is Tara- which is the 68th position, this is to purify and clear negative energy, the Vajra is straight up in the palm. Lastly the third position Pani, which is the 69th position, the thumb and forefinger touch, representing water and future blessings. I found another small Vajra that is meant to be worn as a pendant, it is no larger than my little finger, in a warm gold finish. Purchased a medium-sized metal signing bowl. I sampled all the sizes and selected the size that spoke to me. I am excited to be cultivating some sound tools on this journey. I found the one thing that my husband asked me to bring back for him a Ganesha. I settled on a small figurine of Ganesha, seated on the lotus. The metal is mostly an iron composite but the forehead has a thin plating of silver. This small sliver of silver plating was smudged with a red powder, used in rituals and ceremonies. One may anoint the Ganesha figurine to pay respect and ask for guidance and help. Despite all the amazing items Rashid had in his store there was something he did not have that I was looking for. Spices. I asked Rashid if he had a good spice connection. There were many herb and spice shops we passed on the way. No one them felt authentic and good quality. Rashid tells me, “Yes, I have the perfect connection, a way down the road, not sure if you would like to walk or take a ride.” We do not have time today to venture there, although, we tell Rashid we would love to do this tomorrow. He agrees that tomorrow he will close his shop to take us to his friend with the spice shop. Before we leave Rashid, he gifts us with two colorfully beaded bags to transport our goodies in.
We quickly make our way back to the resort so we can have lunch before our treatment. We set our colorful bags down at our table and make our way to the lunch buffet. My appetite is strong and I am immediately satiated. We are bubbling with joy as we eat. I admire the beauty and peace of the resort space. It is such a shift from the raw, colorful, bustling community just beyond the doors.
My last 2 days of treatment are the same. I have been looking forward to these treatment days as I was to finally receive the Ayurveda Foot Massage. To be clear, it does not mean my feet are getting massaged, rather the therapist would balance from a rope hanging from the ceiling, using her feet to do a full body massage. Before the foot massage I begin with Sheela, I am seated on the stool, beginning the same way we have since day 1.
Remya, my assistant therapist came in and took over to do the foot massage. Finally I have been waiting to experience this! This is known as the rejuvenation therapy massage. The rejuvenation therapy is a whole-body massage with herbal oil done by hand and foot for 90 minutes. According to the resort this is good for rejuvenating the body to reduce mental tension, sexual weakness, and to improve vitality. I will say this treatment was INVIGORATING. There was a cushioned large mat on the floor, like my shiatsu mat, this one was draped with a thin white sheet. I lay down on the mat face up. Remya proceeded to grab the rope that is hanging overhead, she balances herself and begins. The sequence and flow was similar to the work on the table I have received, except this time it was delivered by her feet not her hands, and substantially more pressure. One of the things I found most interesting was when they got to the abdomen and chest she did not change pressure too much. There was strong pressure in the abdomen and sternum and out the shoulders. When she was done and I was asked to stand I felt ironed out. A deep sense of grounding and stillness.
Sheela returned and finished the general massage with Remya.
Sheela remained to complete my treatment with a face massage and face pack.
This evening there was a special event planned. We were getting some light rains in so the entertainment and dining was moved into the dining hall. Seating was tight, felt like we were transported to an open air late night café. Food was delightful, entertainment was intensely wild. This classical performance of mime, movement and drums to tell an incredible story of Hindu Mythology.
October 18th Day 15
Very bizarre dreams. Vivid, with many of my family members and pets. What was most apparent was the number of lions and lioness that were in the dream. The stronger treatment that day before must have got something moving. My dream was busy, full of processing and observing. After documenting my long dream, I am hungry. I make my way to the dining hall for my last breakfast. I had to get the Apaam with Banana Stew. My favorite breakfast of my stay.
Feeling this growing excitement and mild anxiety of our return home, I am determined to make the most of my last day. I begin to jot down a list of items we must do before leaving. Spice shop, settle account at the pharmacy, final consult with the Ayurvedic Doctor and of course the last day of treatment!
I get the opportunity to tour the grounds.
Cathy and I once again make our way to the Singing Bowl Gallery. Rashid tells us he’s informed his friend at the spice shop that we would be coming by this morning. Rashid closes shop and we begin to walk. 10 or 15 minutes later we arrive at a small spice shop. Upon entering you are meet a thick layer of fragrance. The nose is going in so many directions; deciphering, deciding, recognizing plants. The young man that owns the shop is tall, thin, with kind eyes. He offers us tea. Of course, we say yes. He proceeds to make us tea, educating us on Kashmiri Saffron and how it is the finest on the market. He wants us to observe the difference in quality of saffron so he pours 2 glasses of warm water. One with the fine Kashmiri saffron, the other with what is commonly sold as fine saffron. We observed how slowly with time to steep that one has become a pale pink color and the other a deep, pale amber color.
After enjoying the tea we take a tour of the shop. I begin to touch and smell the spices and herbs that are available. My mind is recalling all my Ayurvedic cooking herbs I use at home. I want to stock up on my basics; fennel, cumin, coriander, cinnamon, cardamom. My small pile is building, we are both given baskets for our goodies.
Not only does he have spices and herbs he also has essential oils. I smell a few oils, especially the rose, jasmine and sandalwood. I was not in the market to buy and know from my studies that there is a high level of adulteration. I did purchase a few soaps as gifts and a collection of spices. Even for the amount that I brought back the price was out of this world. I would’ve spent easily five times more at home. The best part was when we asked about Turmeric. Cathy and I both wanted to buy some Turmeric. He was out. He sent his assistant out to ground fresh turmeric for us. Wonderful. After an hour or so we are complete. We check out and thank the shop owner for his time. He walks us outside, informing us he had already called for a Rickshaw to get us back to Rashid’s shop. This is my first time in a Rickshaw. The three of us squeeze into the back and off we go.
Once back at the Singing Bowl Gallery, Cathy and I make one last look around the shop for any last-minute finds. Rashid brought in some figurines of Dhanvantari from other sources and shops. I’d earlier requested this when he initially asked me what I was looking for. A lot of what he had to show me was wood. I was wanting something metal. With the humidity in the South, many of the figurines that are made there are wade from wood. They are quite beautiful but way too large and a little garish looking for my taste. Not having any luck with the Lord Dhanvantari this time around. Rashid had gathered a small collection of Saraswati and Lakshmi for me to look at. The Saraswati I chose was the green variation.
What can I say I love green it’s my favorite color and will always remind me of the lushness of India. Was also attracted to a small Lakshmi. I indulged a bit on my last day. My final purchases were a small modest pair of moonstone earrings and a moonstone pendant. Moonstone is native to India. I found it quite interesting because I’m not normally attracted to Moonstone however of all the other phenomenal pieces he had, I kept coming back to this milky iridescent moonstone.
We say our final goodbyes to Rashid, we connect of What’s App, and promise to come back to visit him on our next trip to Somatheeram.
We made our way back for a light lunch before treatment. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the Beetroot Kitchadi. WOW. The color was out of this world. I understood Kitchadi at something a little different. After speaking with Prasad I understand that the various regions have variations in their Kitchadi preparations. It tastes as good as it looks.
Prior to treatment I see the Doctor. I have done this every day before my treatments. Usually the visit is just a check in- my vitals, pulse, how am I eliminating, digesting, eating and sleeping. Today was more thorough. We reviewed my initial questionnaire and the conditions I addressed upon arriving. Dr. Sobhana asks, “How are you feeling now?”. “Happy, Alive, Peaceful and Hungry. I am reminded to take it slow upon my return and to draw from my memories and time as an Inner Resource for peace and well being. I feel as though my appetite has returned and I am hungrier for authentic living than ever before. I feel stronger, sharper, clearer. In a way, I feel as though I have been polished. The heaviness of grief and loss finally sloughed away by the nurturing and caring I received. I agree to come back when I can. Of course, I will! Why wouldn’t I?!? 15 days of amazing views, healing food, treatments, yoga, meditation and culture- what’s not to love.
I sit to wait for Sheela to come for me. I am aware that this is the last time we will meet at 2 in the afternoon. A repeat of the treatment the day before. Another chance to experience the intensity of the foot massage. I do in fact feel rejuvenated. As I observe for the last time the ritual of cleaning up after the treatment, I experience a bitter sweet sensation. I am so blessed to have received such deep and important work by these two women- Sheela and Remya. I wonder if they know how special they are. On the last day of treatment, I savor my last walk from the treatment room to the clinic with Sheela. We make our way slowly, arms wrapped around each other, past the Yoga Hall, the Pharmacy, the Dining Hall and finally we arrive to the Clinic. I find my seat and this time I am brought a fresh coconut instead of the tea.
We exchange a hug and both still say I will see you tomorrow. She says to come back and see me and of course I would always ask for her. Sheela is much shorter than me, a slightly stocky build, her smile is wide and she has a sparkle in her eye. She is so beautiful to me in this moment.
After spending some time at the clinic gazing out at the horizon, smelling the salt of the ocean and aromatics of the resort, a take in the full experience of treatment. I have sat in this chair the last 15 days. Some days were better than others. Some days were filled with conversation, others silence. I am forever grateful that I had the time and opportunity to come to India. To spend 15 days unwinding and being with the healing treatments has been life changing.
I was fortunate to catch Prasad on his way out of the resort. We exchanged goodbyes. I hope to see his kind eyes in the future.
They last night is spent savory every last bite of dinner and packing…. yes….the art and science of packing…
October 19th Day 16
To my delight there was one more breakfast. Yes! The car was to take us to the airport at 7:30. That was enough time to get into the dining hall at 7, find the Apaam chef and get him to fire up 2 fresh ones for Cathy and myself. I savor each sweet, warm bite. The herbal water sipped slowly. I wonder when I will have these tastes again.
We make our way to the lobby, walking by the pond….and how will this look when I return. Completed and full of fish no doubt.
Our car arrives. We travel swiftly to the airport. It is an interesting experience to arrive in the dark of the early morning, unable to see what’s beyond the dimly lit streets. Then to leave, in the light of dawn….it’s like truly seeing for the first time.
We arrive at the airport. It is the shortest and least complicated airport experience of my life. We paid a menial amount to have our small checked bag wrapped with plastic so there would be no breaking in on the journey home. I spend the last of my rupee at a small book store.
Ayurvedic Cook Book
The plane is empty, apparently they don’t have a lot of people flying out of the country. Everyone on board gets their own 3-4 seat rows so we are all sleeping on this journey back home.
I write some before I settle in for the long journey home.
How do I finish the end to this magical experience? What was this trip all about?
I was reminded that I am surrounded by Angels. Like the resort, we are all putting in an effort, doing our best and all with varying levels of grace and gratitude for this space that has been provided by the Creator. Even now after an entire season has passed, I still feel deeply connected and touched by the environment of my trip to India. Throughout this sharing I have laughed, and cried tears of joy. I am longing to return. To receive the healing aromatic treatments of Ayurveda. There was this sustained sense of joy, beyond what I have known thus far. Everywhere you turn, some small glimmer of creation. Uncaused joy, moment to moment. The warmth…humidity…the jasmine…my goodness the jasmine…coconut water from the coconut…molasses rich smell of the oil in treatment…flavors of everything I ate and drank…music…colors…the life. Seeing through the eyes of my heart in India…it’s beyond words. Until next time India.