Sickness kicks in and I’m not as shiny as I thought I would be after a month at the source. In fact, I feel terrible. Bloated, sniffly, and my skin has broken out from my Vata imbalance. No spice in India is way to difficult.
Sneakily, I take the day off. I hang out in bed for the first time. I’m usually up before 6 but today I make it to 7 and feel guilty. I trudge up the stairs to sit in on Hatha even though I cannot move, but our teacher hasn’t turned up, so I turn around and head back to bed. There is no point in going to Pranayama seeing as though I cannot breathe, so I grab a chai at Soul and work on a couple of things. I have some Malware affecting my browsers and I can’t seem to get rid of it. I hope it’s not capturing my sensitive data. I can’t really get around without booking flights and so forth on my laptop, so I can only hope I’m in the clear.
I head out for a walk to take some money out for my jewellery order. Of course the ATM doesn’t work and I end up making a bunch of friends on the street. One reminds me of the bear from the Jungle book and is trying to sell me a handmade mangowood drum for $10. I am actually very keen to buy it but seeing as the ATM doesn’t work, I’m all out of cash. He insists I take it anyway and pay him another time, but I’m sure I’ll never see him again so I decline his offer. I also meet a yoga teacher from Goa who is here to train at the Ram Julha ashram. The place sounds amazing and I hope I can find some time to train there in the next couple of days.
My wandering finds me placing another jewellery order, this time for Mala beads. They are handmade with sandalwood and different stones like moonstone, turquoise, jade, quartz, tiger eye, etc and I will have them finished with my brass charms that I’m having made. Eventually I want to start making these myself, but I remember to take things one step at a time and not bite off more than I can chew!
Eventually I end up back at Moonlight Cafe and stumble into a Hang drum jam. This is one of my favourite instruments, so I’m in for a treat. We decide to head down to the Ganges to end the day. The sun is setting, Hang drum is playing, Goa Yogi is there swimming, Eddie and Hary Om turn up and we start an acroyoga jam. So present in this moment. A sick day turned to bliss and an afternoon I’ll never forget. I’m so lucky to be alive.