I use the word “process” a lot lately. I use it as both a noun and a verb. I talk a lot, especially in my Yoga classes, about “the process” or “it’s a process” to communicate that most things are not an “endpoint” but a series of steps. These “steps” could be anything—thoughts, discussions, activities, practices, interactions, conflicts, journeys, moments—anything. Basically, all that life is made of. For many things, there is no end point at all.
And then there’s the verb—processing. I’ve been using that a lot lately because I have been exposing myself to a lot of new information and stimuli over the past two months. In early in October I took a 45-hour course with Anodea Judith on the Psychology of the Chakras—it was dense and intense and I said “Wow, that’s a lot I will need to process. Good thing I will have more than 40 hours on a plane and 3 weeks in India to do that.” In late October, I completed my Level II iRest training with 30 hours of class time. It was perspective-shifting and deep, and I said “Wow, that’s a lot to process. Good thing I will have more than 40 hours on a plane and 3 weeks in India to do that”. And then I went to India (ah, I knew you were waiting for me to get to this part!). And over 3 weeks my senses were overloaded, my body was tossed around on planes, buses, vans and jeeps, and my mind was on-overdrive. So now I have the 75 hours of training AND the 3 weeks in India that I “need” to process. I’ve been home 2 weeks and things are not exactly becoming clear. Looks like this will be a long process, potentially life-long.
I’ve been to India before, with Jogi Bhagat, of Yoga Solutions, as I did this time. Each time I had a wonderful group of travel companions. 3 years ago, I traveled to Northern India, and absolutely fell in love with it, and learned so very much, even though it was a challenging journey. 2 days after I returned, I had enough clarity, apparently to write this blog about what I learned.
All of these learnings hold up—but there seems to be so much more from this trip, something a little harder to wrap my arms around, something more internal. And it’s just too much for me to try to summarize right now (or potentially ever) I think I’ll just share 3 thoughts and continue to integrate and process over the next week, months and years. Here we go…
2. Silence is magical, and is always within us. One evening I took a walk with some of my travel companions. We decided to walk in silence. As we headed to the beach we walked past a long row of shops and restaurants, listening to the cacophony of the animated and persuasive invitations to come in and shop or eat. I had walked past the shops many times in the previous days, yet this was very different.
I heard and noticed different sounds and sites, no longer distracted by what I was going to say, or what I was going to eat, or what I was going to buy. It felt vibrant and exciting. Further on, after the shops and restaurants we headed to the beach and looked into the darkness at the Arabian sea and the lights from a few fishing boats in the distance.
We sat in silence and I felt the power of the ocean, the air, the sand, the moon, the palm trees, and felt completely connected. It felt surreal, but it was real. And I am going to allow more access to that connection by seeking silence and letting go of “doing” whenever I can.
3. Honest, authentic communication can also be magical. There are 3 “conversations” from the trip that will stay with me forever. One evening, as the sun set, my group sat together on a balcony and had a little discussion. The topic—“’what do you consider your life’s purpose?”. Pretty different than the typical discussions I have about how someone’s work or family or doing, or what Netflix series someone is obsessed with.
It was a really vulnerable sharing and amazing to listen to the different ways we can think about that—it’s about the most important thing we can talk about or think about it, but almost never talked about. Another afternoon, Pragya Bhagat, Jogi’s daughter, a wonderful writer, shared some of her poetry with us. She read her own honest, raw, beautiful words to us in a clear, confident, emotional and lively voice.
It was another moment of vulnerability and intimacy—again, a rare gem of a moment. The last conversation was more a transmitting of information, Nikhil Gulati, Pragya’s husband, a tech guy turned historian, shared with our group some of his research on the history of India—a work of epic proportions. Nikhil put enough structure on the topic to give us a true flavor of the land we were visiting and you could feel his passion for the work. It was complex fascinating and really helpful for putting this vast land into some perspective. There was magic in each of these interactions, and I will seek out more opportunity for this type of fortifying discourse.
There is so much more. The time at Amrita Ashram which was a completely different experience than I expected, and challenged me on every level. My fellow travelers, some strangers at the outset, who supported each other, met challenges with a laugh, shared motion-sickness tablets when I felt sick on the bus—I miss our group. A beautiful memorial service on the beach that brought me to tears. Kali dancers that made me laugh, cry, and sent shivers of excitement up and down my spine.
A bumpy and exciting jeep ride into the clouds and tea plantations. The clean, clear air in the mountains that I think about and can still feel the freshness of it all. The stark differences between my last trip to northern India and its frenetic and crowded cities, and southern India with its striking natural beauty.