As my interest in yoga grew many years ago I put traveling to India on my bucket list, the birthplace of yoga.
Many things came to reality except that throughout time until 2019.
They asked Einstein what he thinks about talent. He replied “mostly luck, chance. But luck seems to favor the prepared “
I don’t know if I was lucky or prepared for this but an opportunity was there and I guess I was prepared for it.
and there I was.
İndia
My journey of self- discovery.
Have you ever find yourself asking this question: Why am I here? What is my dharma?
I always had a calling for this country. The colors felt so familiar yet lively. I felt a warm welcoming familiarity with this culture as if I was home. It was magnificent.
When you set your feet on this country you get to experience different levels of consciousness different levels of reality at the same time. Within the diversity of cultures hindu, muslim, christian, Sikh there is something common. You experience Karma yoga everywhere on the streets, the temples, mosques and it is not about who you are helping or feeding, it is about your offering to God or higher consciousness. Seeing the Brahma in others, Selfless service-Karma can be experienced everyday everywhere in India.
The devotion and love , Bhakti is carved in each cornerstone of the temples around you, literally everywhere everyday people get together to chant the divine name and celebrate the colors of life. Belief does not require proof or analysis. It is there if you take it. I believe in the divine within each creation each being with or without form. I also believe there is a deva(an angel) within each one of us waiting to help us rediscover our truth.
I tried many times to put my experience of India into words but words seemed insufficient to express my experience of those moments. I am humbled to be a vessel for this experience to fulfill itself through me. As I approached the river of Ganges I felt the serenity, the gratitude pour through me towards the source itself. I know it is only the meaning that I and millions of others before me ,bestowed upon this river of life giving,-nurturing shakti -that makes her a symbol, carrying the message for a lower level of consciousness but still there I was, looking at the beauty of sunrise, feeling reborn from my old self into a new version of me.
Yoga is a method of transformation. Yet you have to be willing to let your old self go as you make room for your new self to arise.
I lit my candle as I made a wish to return back. Was it the river Ganga that I wished to return to or was it the feeling of wholeness that I felt as I stood there by the sunrise? That is yet to be discovered by me :)
I bow to the lotus feet of my teachers before me whom made my path clear and open so that I can follow my own truth.
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