14 – 16 February 2025
Just as I thought I had fully recovered from the bronchitis that started back in South Africa, I found myself knocked down again—this time with a second wave of coughing, fever, and body aches. Lisa has been sick for a week, and I’ve noticed friends across the world struggling with similar symptoms. It makes me wonder if this is more than just physical—perhaps an energetic shift, an intense recalibration of our bodies and spirits.
Amidst the coughing and feeling sleepy from our medicine: Lisa and I have been sharing our selection of medicines in the hopes of getting better sooner; we remembered it was Valentine’s day and spent a beautiful afternoon in the garden with a few of the girls here at the ashram. Lisa helped them paint colorful hearts on canvas and there were loads of giggles and splashes of color under the golden sun smiling down on us. I find myself more often these days just sitting quietly for a moment and absorbing these beautiful memories we get to create. Yesterday was a quiet one, spent resting, taking medicine, and allowing ourselves time to heal. Thankfully, it was the weekend, and Guruji, ever kind and understanding, gave us the space to recover.
New Projects and Purpose
Today was better, and we gathered for a meeting about upcoming projects at the ashram. Lisa is planning to paint a mural in the dining hall, adding color and vibrancy to the space, along with finishing paintings for the guesthouse. I will be working with Guruji to edit and finalize his biography, which will be featured in flyers and informational materials for the ashram.
Beyond that, we will be assisting with an upcoming Skills Development Camp, teaching English, art, and even basic social etiquette. Many in this region have never been exposed to aspects of the modern world that we often take for granted, and it feels deeply fulfilling to be part of their learning journey.
A Night of Celebration: The Rajasthani Wedding
Tonight, I had the privilege of attending a traditional Rajasthani wedding celebration with Guruji. The experience was a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors—women draped in breathtaking saris, men adorned with vibrant turbans, the rhythmic beats of drums and the shimmering clash of cymbals filling the air.
Guruji performed prayers and blessings for the couple and their home, and I found myself completely enthralled by the intricacy of the rituals. It’s fascinating to observe how different cultures honor love, family, and tradition. The Rajasthani people exude a quiet grace, living simply in this arid land, yet their hospitality is boundless. They revere those who bring lessons, blessings, and new perspectives, showering guests with kindness and gifts.
I have never been so attentively watched while eating a meal—at least four men stood by, ready to refill my dal, chapati, and matar paneer or pour water for handwashing. It was an unfamiliar yet humbling experience, a reflection of the deep respect they hold for their guests.
Embracing My Worth
Traveling alongside Guruji, I find myself in a new and unexpected role—an honored guest, a respected presence in these sacred spaces. And yet, as I sit amidst these gatherings, I realize something profound: I deserve this.
For years, I have worked tirelessly to elevate my life, to embody a higher vibrational state of being. This experience is not accidental—it is the result of that transformation. I am no longer simply a student; I have arrived at a place where I, too, can sit proudly as a teacher and peer among these circles.
This realization is powerful. It is the universe affirming my path, showing me that I am exactly where I need to be.
