I’m moving. Again. Fifth time since arriving in Rishikesh two weeks ago. It’s a long story, but I’m tired. Perhaps that’s why I called the airline today and changed the date of my return ticket to Halifax. If the universe is willing, I’ll arrive home on the afternoon of March 18…the first time in awhile that I’ll experience the pleasures of the third month of the year in Canada. But it’s all good.
The moves are a combination of things. I cancelled my original guest house on a whim, not realizing the yoga festival was on and would take up many of the accommodation options
in town. Then Evi arrived and wanted to stay at Yoga Niketan. Unfortunately, it’s not the same place she experienced 20 years ago. There are a number of difficulties, not the least of which is the shortage of decent yoga teachers. Case in point, one of the gardeners taught this morning’s class…
Luckily, there are other possibilities now that the festival is over, so tomorrow we go to Ananda Prakash Ashram where she knows the teacher. (He is also married to a Canadian and spends time in Ottawa and Toronto so I had an “in” as well.) He personally saw to it that we got a room, so I’m confident we’ll be okay there. And we get to room together for my final three nights in India, so I couldn’t have scripted it any better!
Coming back down the hill from Tapovan, we saw a fire at a hotel. It was next door to a place I stayed at last week..dodged that bullet…
As usual, mixed feelings about going home. But home is home. And India is always here.