Mike and I head out on the road tomorrow. First we travel to Delhi, then on to Agra, Jaipur, and finally to Rishikesh. Am I sad about leaving? I am sad about leaving some things, morning practice, the shala, Guruji, Shakti house, and the dogs that live here. I am however ready to leave some things behind. Corina always tells the TT’s that yoga students show up on their mat, just how the show up in their lives. The same is true here in Mysore. You show up exactly how you are. Enzo, the first time I sat with him after my massage, was sharing his wisdom about the “scene” that exists here amongst the students in Mysore. He said, “That students expect Guruji to walk up to them with a red telephone on a silver platter and on the other line is God, just waiting for them.” As corny as it is what you discover here has always been inside of you. Just like in the Wizard of Oz, and just like Dorothy, to me there is no place like home. I look forward to seeing you all when we return. I can’t say it enough; I am sending you all love, love, and more love.