Slow Breathings in India
I have not written for such a long time. It is time to catch up with the blogging. Unfortunately this fairy had to wake up to reality and get a real job. I still take the time to day dream and when I can wonder the little parts of the globe that I can get to.
On my first visit I remember feeling very at home in Mysore I wanted to spend some time just focusing on Yoga and Art putting all my energy into these two things. So I decided to og back there for a few months, I rented an apartment and enrolled in the Mandala Yogashala.
I had a great teacher in Mysore and settled into quite a routine but what really made it were the people there who were fun and real and just a little bit different. But in a good way!
Then Dave and Fran came to stay and we went to explore Honey Valley in the Coorg district, in the coffee plantations. It was one of the sweetest places I have ever been.
We got soaked in early rains but it was a welcome cool down after a hot walk in the mountains.
It was good to be in such a beautiful place, so far from the noise and hustle of the city. Just the sound of all the "cool birds" and musical insects, we sometimes met families with goats in toe but mostly we were alone with the forest which always makes me feel happy. In the mornings we had the best coffee straight from the plantations and home cooked organic food including a packed lunch for our walk.
It was good to be in such a beautiful place, so far from the noise and hustle of the city. Just the sound of all the "cool birds" and musical insects, we sometimes met families with goats in toe but mostly we were alone with the forest which always makes me feel happy. In the mornings we had the best coffee straight from the plantations and home cooked organic food including a packed lunch for our walk.
'Madras Pattinam'
Not Bollywood but Tamil movie 'extra'.
We were rounded up from the Yogashala to be extras in a Tamil movie at the Maharana's summer palace in Mysore. We had to act as "Britishers" dancing in the ballroom, although I think I was the only actual Britisher of the group my partner was from Afghanistan. We spent the whole day looking into each others eyes and repeating the same five dance steps over and over under the hot lights. It was quite a strange experience to have with a total stranger, we met some interesting people from all over the world but mostly we waited and waited and waited while about 50 members of the crew buzzed around.
I met a magical man in India who made me shrink...
Not really, this is the tallest man in India. He was so big, his hands were the size of a banana leaf.
Then back to beautiful Bijaipur where Prodi looked after me as if I was his sister as usual (which is funny because later on we adopted the same mother, but I will explain about Sheila later).
We explored the villages and dressed up and laughed with the people we met. They were all so beautiful and although we could not speak the same language it is always amazing to discover how much can be communicated without words.
I have met this man many times now. We have never exchanged more words than 'Namaste' but he is the elder of the village where they perform the opium ceremony and give a sip of opium tea to the tourists. No film company could have cast a more appropriate looking and photogenic village elder and he allows himself to be 'snapped' in the most dignified way.
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