330am. I fell asleep last night at 5pm, woke at 330am and headed to group yoga at 430.
I actually don’t have a clock or watch in my room, so when I heard the bells and drums go off, I thought I did it again, bad ashramitee, rule #4: don’t be late to morning yoga on your first day. But turns out when I wondered over to the yoga studio, it was closed. So I followed the noise that led me to a back temple. All the goricle kids were opening the curtain to present the offerings to the etherical gods.
Such an interesting culture. Very different than any culture I have spent much time with, maybe other than the Thai culture (some broad similarities). Many traditions I respect and am honored to be a part of. An experience to be had, enjoyed and remembered as once seen.
I arrive at yoga, 430. Just me and the instructor. Where are the other 100+ Inner Awakening attendees?
I enjoyed an hour and a half of yoga then headed back to my room to change my clothing from all black to all white, when I heard some more bells and drums from the bathing pools just right of our dormitories. Curiosity brought me to the top step of the offering and bathing pool. Swami was performing a puja to the higher gods by pouring cow’s milk on the large stone deity that represents the energy of the higher gods, Shiva to be exact I think, who support his god-like essence. (I hope I have all the terminology correct).
Divine timing had brought me to the ceremony late and placed my physical presence in his exit path. I received a personal blessing upon his leave from his morning ceremony. Off to our own puja and satsung!