I had this whole blog I wrote in my head my last day in Mysore. I wrote it in my head because my body couldn’t do anything without requiring a three-hour nap immediately after. After Sunday’s led intermediate class I slid into a sickness that within 24 hours would present me with an, “I am leaving Mysore experience” I never hope to endure again.
By Tuesday I had to face the reality that this transition out of India was going to require a level of toughness that I was seriously in doubt existed at all in my body. After a day in bed I decided to go and say goodbye to Sharath and let him know where I was the last two days. This required as did the journey to take one final bucket bath. Lifting the small pink bucket over my head was so exhausting. When I finally made it into the shala I waited….like I’ve done hundreds of times in my life. When I went into the office I just started welling and then came the emotional explosion. I was too sick to be embarrassed and he was staring at me the way a kind man stares at a women in such pain.
The next 24 hours are kind of blur. Here are some things I have come to know about myself.
toughness requires practice. That exit might have done some real damage on my first visit to India and definitely would have had me vowing I was never going back.
I can sleep on the floor in an airport.
I make friends that are made of some string and beautiful stuff.
This trip could be called the year of extreme exposure.
Currently I am tucked away in my sister’s house in south Philadelphia and feeling 108 * better. Now that I am clearly thinking and I so excited about teaching the next two weeks. It feels like a clarity that only comes from getting through something so unbelievably rocky.