Indian women dancing at a Wedding
Based on the emails I have received, I understand the following: Some of you are worried about me, some of you are curious about me and my non-traditional ways, and some of you simply want something to read while at work. To all, I apologize for not keeping up with the posting as I had hoped; there is a simple reason however: I am spending most of my time creating new stories verses writing about the past ones. That is not to say that the past is not important, and I will be getting all the good stuff posted…but not today or even likely in the coming days. Why? Well, I am in Udiapur, India for another 5 days and I am supper busy during those days. My day starts with a walk to Yoga, (I buy a liter of water from the same little girl each morning). I spend 90 minutes at Yoga and then walk to my favorite cafe where I inevitably meet interesting people (this morning it was an accomplished Yogi and fascinating man from Delhi). Breakfast is rarely over before 11. Then back to my $6 room. Mid day I have a bit of time, but as is typical, today we found ourselves in an Indian home looking at miniature paintings, enjoying great company, and figuring out if we have enough time to get our hands or feet painted with Henna (not enough time today…but later for sure). In the afternoon I have another 90 minutes of Yoga. For the last several days, Yoga has been followed by Indian Weddings that go late into the night. Starting tonight, Yoga will be followed by 2.5 hours of Reiki classes. Tomorrow we have to try and squeeze in a Shiva festival after Reiki class….NO I am not complaining – I am living.
Women at another Wedding
But there is good stuff coming in my writing. Or At least I think it is good. The experiences certainly were, the writing simply is what it is. Topics include:
- I personally met the Dalai Lama and it was beyond transforming – he is the most amazing human I have ever had the privilege of holding hands with.
- I delivered 100kg of rice to Muslim families from the back of a bicycle rickshaw – this was one of the most rewarding things I have ever done.
- I saw poverty in Kolcata that will break your heart; and yet I now greet beggars and those less fortunate with a smile and Namaste rather than looking away
- I saw the erotic art of Khajuraho and realized why yoga is important – but more importantly realized that the erotic sculptures were only a small percentage of the temples that reflect the entire human experience.
- I saw the greatest temple of love, the Taj Mahal, with a most wonderful friend and person.
- I have gone to more weddings in India then I have been to in 20 years in the U.S.
And so much more, that may or may not ever be writen; it certainly will not be forgot.
I greatly appreciate the support for me to keep writing: It is not something I ever thought I would do or ever enjoy. And it is most certainly nothing I thought others may enjoy. I am in your debt, I enjoy writing, and I enjoy that some of you enjoy it.
Boys at yet another Wedding (last night)
Robert Francisco 