Again, I’ve accidentally missed Astanga. I’m sitting with Vero in a tiny nook at the base of a 13 story temple. The walls are decorated with what could only be described as spiritual propaganda. A man on the street points to the chart on the wall and tells me I’m a Scorpio and I have a big sting. Ouch. I’m actually a really nice person, I hope you know.

Knowing very well that we don’t actually want the future read from the lines in our palms, we are gaining a memorable experience with this kind man with turmeric coloured powder on his face. As he squints through his glasses he tells me of the good health I’ve had, am having and will have for my life spanning 78 years (strangely the same age my Shamanic experience revealed). He tells me I’ve been thinking too much but I will let go in 2017 and good fortune will come. I practice yoga and meditation (well, I’m in Rishikesh, the Yoga capital of the world after all?!). My last boyfriend was very bad for me, but my current boyfriend is very good for me (excuse me?). I will have 2 children (maybe I will eventually adopt monkeys in the jungle) and I am from Mars so I should wear red coral on my right ring finger -the one I broke in Barcelona. Red, fire. Get out of my life. Where is my moonstone?

Next up Vero. Lucky for her, she will live until she is 80. Thats a good 2 + 8 = one decade after me. The things you could do in a decade! She also had a bad ex boyfriend and her current boyfriend is good. She also will have 2 children. She also thinks too much, but she will have to wait until 2018 for her good fortune. We both travel well. Again, we’re in Rishikesh, buddy.

Not so much enlightening as it was an enlightening experience. 

It’s not all bad that I missed Astanga. I had a great session at Hatha this morning and finally nailed my headstand to scorpion transition. Not only that, but I nailed my Warrior A pose. Man, that thing is harder than it looks! I was picked out to be picked on by the teacher. With my injury on my left ankle, I’m struggling to keep the outer edge of my foot down which is throwing my hips off, which is throwing my right knee out, which is rotating my right foot outward. This reminds me of the problem I have walking. I’ve started bringing so much consciousness to the way my foot makes a connection with the ground and the alignment of my knees and ankles that I’m tired. Breakfast please?? Raj stopped preparing special meals for me, and just made sure there is some sides I can eat, so I eat some fruit and sprouted mung beans.

I don’t know if it was the beans, but I can hardly keep my eyes open in philosophy. We revise the five Yamas and Niyamas and he goes on and on about Brahmacharya, which he describes as celibacy. I feel he is focusing far too much on this one, almost like he can sense that someone has broken their celibacy. Well unfortunately there will be no more yogis to come to school if everyone is strictly celibate, but we get your point. Don’t be wasteful with our energy, but lets keep up the human race.

Yoga Therapy is quickly becoming one of my favourite classes. We basically learn how to manipulate the body to release stress. It reminds me of Thai Massage and I’d love to start practicing it, so expect some Yoga Therapy sessions if I end up in your part of the world!

On my way out of class, I spot some wet monkeys out the window. Cute! I go check them out and then realise they are jumping from the high fence and diving straight into a water fountain. My future children! This is way too much. I call Vero over and we stare at these little guys swimming and wrestling in the water, chasing each other back up the fence and diving in again. So playful. If this doesn’t bring a smile to your face, I don’t know what does. I much prefer them this way, than walking into our bedroom unannounced. Lunch… salad. Hm.

On my way out for our break, I again serendipitously find myself on the back of a motorbike. I have to go pay my fees, and the one credit facility in Rishikesh is finally available today, so away we go. Finally, my training is paid for. I’m out of debt. Big warm thank you to everyone who has sent me birthday money to help fund the training. It has been an enlightening and transformative experience so far and will stay with me for a lifetime. I really can’t think of a better present than my presence here and I feel so blessed for having the opportunity. I hope to keep spreading the love throughout this journey, and send so much love and gratitude to my family, longest and closest friends, circus tribe, and new friends. I want you to know you hold an eternal place in my heart.

My official birthday is not until November, so I’m keeping the Go Get Funding account open until December.

Help me reach my Not so Dirty Thirty Yoga Teacher Training in Rishikesh goal.

 

Another day, another serendipitous moto ride.

Another day, another serendipitous moto ride.

 

Very good boyfriend you have. Try again.

Very good boyfriend you have. Nope, try again.

 

Vero and I found ourselves in a nook at the base of this 13 story temple.

Vero and I found ourselves in a nook at the base of this 13 story temple.

 

Find something spiritual and add it to the wall to lure the unsuspecting tourist seeking enlightenment.

Find something spiritual and add it to the wall to lure the unsuspecting tourist seeking enlightenment.

 

Sizing up the jumping abilities of these little guys - my future children.

Sizing up the jumping abilities of these little guys – my future children.

 

I was stamped again in the street. This time, Vero jumped in and bought me a kit so I can go spreading the stamp love through my travels.

I was stamped again in the street. This time, Vero jumped in and bought me a kit so I can go spreading the stamp love through my travels.