Sunday, December 5, 2010

Ah, Rishikesh

Rishikesh is a beautiful, holy city nestled the soaring foothills of the Himalayas. Here, the Ganges is a milky light green, fresh and swift moving. The air is clear and filled with the honk, honk, honk of scooters, rickshaws, cars, trucks and buses (video and/or sound clip to come!). Among the vehicles and people are scared cows ... and monkeys, goats, dogs and pigs.

I'm among the many pilgrims drawn to Rishikesh. The group of yogis on this retreat totals 30. I practice yoga daily; my steady meditation practice serves me well, as it offers a place to truly go within.

The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi taught The Beatles to mediate here. I make a pilgrimage ... within a pilgrimage ... to the very ashram. Abandoned long ago, its gates are locked. Someone inside asks for X number of rupees to come inside. Instead, I scramble over rocks up a winding trail that brings me inside the grounds. It's sad and holy at the same time. I snap away. Jai guru dev.

The city and its people are colorful. I schlep up and down the steep roadways in search of serenity, insight and clarity (yes, video to come).

I find with lovely silk scarves, bangles, bindis and a sari. I also find myself with a group of fellow yogis who are open, generous, insightful searchers on their own journeys. Beautiful souls all, they inspire and uplift.

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