Like an animal, I find myself howling at the full moon on a rooftop by the Ganges in India at the foothill of the Himalayas, a hot cup of cacao in hand. I am surrounded by a family of Spanish, South African, English, Canadian, American, Danish, Singaporean, Brazilian and Japanese Gods and Goddesses.
Vero just led us through a cacao ceremony. Drumming sweet beats on her handmade drum, singing with brass bowls and strumming her ukulele. We set intentions to mark the significance of the full moon. There are fireflies all around us and the moon is beating down on us. Magic is everywhere.
I spent my morning meditating by the Ganges, feeling the subtle sensations of the wind on my skin, the sound of the river flowing and feeling the vibration of the mountains all around me. My brain feasted on yogic knowledge of the systems of the energy body and the anatomical significance of Pranayama techniques.
I’m fuelled with fresh chapati, salad, curried vegetables and lemon tea.
I spend the afternoon in the tattoo studio watching Vero leave a permanent mark of a sun on Dee.
My mat in Astanga is drenched in sweat, toxins streaming out of my pores. I move through dynamic meditation, with my eyes closed. Breathing, jumping, dancing. My energy is on fire so I string my silks and dance some more before dinner of fresh homus and cucumber before preparing the music for our ecstatic dance.
Then we dance, the hours passing. I’ve never felt so present. This is union.