January 22, 2013 § 5 Comments
Forgive the horrible quality of this surreptitiously taken photograph. I felt compelled to capture it one morning in early December, waiting to start practice at 730am. The fluorescent lights in the practice room were being turned off, leaving the room to bathe in dawn’s soft pink hue. From my vantage point it resembled the kind of light you get in a chapel through its stained glass windows. Together with the breathing and the energy of the room, this Ashtangi chapel held an especially delicate beauty that morning that I will never forget. It certainly made the wait for practice a lot more pleasant.
Yesterday marked a month to the day I left Mysore. It’s only now that the missing is starting to sink in and take root. I’ll save you from my pity party and suggest you head over to Insideowl, who describes the feeling perfectly in this sweet post.