Chronicles in the clouds

En route to
 Dharamshala

As I look ahead of me, the clouds have again enveloped the rippling landscape of mountains that stand smothered by shades of green flora... As it´s mid-monsoon here, the weather fluctuates between downpours and cloudy skies, with the odd patch of clear blue that reveals the grandeur of our surroundings... Just as sunflowers turn to face the sun, the yogis all appear in waves on the balcony, to soak up the rare rays and feel the warmth on our skin (that's getting paler by the day)...
I, along with many other beautiful souls are halfway through our journey to become Yoga Teachers with 'Mahi Power Yoga', far far away in a little town named upper Bhagsu (Dharamshala, India).
I arrived in Delhi alone, feeling that familiar rush of humidity in the airport after a long journey from London via Dubai ... a phrase that has resonated with me throughout this trip is ´You may make plans in India, but in the end, India makes plans for you´... this lack of control was initiated from the beginning. A group of us got in touch with each other and organised via whatssap to meet up at the airport, before our last leg of the journey in a tiny aircraft to Dharamshala ... but alas, the wifi was not working and we had  no way of recognizing our fellow virtual strangers..
I sauntered around the airport for a while and then sat down to sip on a king coconut and hide my bare legs from the wrath of disapproving looks, wishing I had access to the leggings in my backpack that had been shuttled off somewhere else... The expats in the little airport were soon reduced to shaved head Hari Krishna devotees, or a bunch of slightly worn-out yoginis; so it didn't take long to find each other and the excitement began as we shared stories of our lives, journeys and expectations of the course...

The opening ceremony

Our beautiful teachers

After arriving at the airport, the rocky ride to Bhagsu began; we were truly in India... the driver erratically swerved the wheel from left to right as though playing a racing game on Wii for the first time. We had become a part of the jerky flow of organised chaos, along the dusty roads, past fruit stalls, giant plastic blow up toys and mountains adorned with prayer flags. At one point, the traffic was at a complete standstill and the cars were helpless as people were speedily weaving between them... We looked at our phones, the time ticking down until the opening ceremony was due to start. I ceased a moment and jumped out of the car to buy a phone charger from the shop next to us (that broke 2 days later) and returned to our unmoving vehicle; it was the first test of everyone's patience as to how long it would take for the jam to cease.

Yoga in 'Summer Hall'

Each of us (surprisingly) arrived in one piece. We jumped out of the car, were greeted by one of the team and assigned our rooms. Luckily (after a bit of re-organisation) I landed myself in the main building, 'Forest Hill' and despite a few dodgy locks, I feel blessed to have a huge double bed and a mountainous view outside my window, just what I'd imagined... We swiftly dropped our stuff and changed into white clothes to join the ceremony just in time- the delirium of our long journeys kicking in.
The fumes of incense twirled around the 40+ new faces and sound waves of chanting resonated all around us, soon to be drowned out by the heavy monsoon rain. A few strands of red string were tied around each of our wrists as a symbol of protection, our commitment to each other & the upcoming month. We ate dinner that night (blissfully unaware of the ´eat in silence´ signs that were taped on the walls) and formed our initial bonds before welcoming our first glorious sleep.

Yoginis

Drying the tomatoes
on our balcony

Alarms shrilled at 6am and the course began... every day has followed an intense structure consisting of 2 hours of morning yoga (that varies in style between Hatha, Ashtanga and Vinyasa), breakfast, Yogic Philosophy, Anatomy, lunch, ´the art of teaching´, yoga therapy, meditation, dinner, bed.
From 7am - 7pm our minds and bodies are imbued with the ancient knowledge (Vedas) and writings (Upanishads) of the Rishis (ancient architects of knowledge from medicine to music). Our bodies are strengthening as we engage in Mahi's therapeutic yoga classes, become accutely intune with our own (mis)allignment in asanas, follow a strict Sattvic diet (mild, vegetarian, Indian food, adoorned with cumin seeds...) and a healthy sleeping pattern. The meditations each day have been an eclectic mix to say the least; from dancing to jibberish, Osho to visualisation techniques and pranayama to Tai Chi - each has been approached by everyone with an open mind and allowed a lot of emotional release.
One common favourite was the dancing meditation that began with 10 minutes of closed-eye 'body shaking' and lead into 40 minutes of spontaneous dancing to the changing beats. Laughs were echoed as 'I'm a survivor' by Destiny's Child transitioned into a fast paced Hindustani tune (and everyone began screwing in their imaginary lightbulbs...)  The windows soon transformed from transparent to a sweaty opaque with everyone's body heat, we finally lay down in Shavasana (corpse pose), closed the practise and stood blissfully in line for dinner that snaked from the yoga hall to the buffet table.
The emotional release from all the self-work has been manifesting itself physically as the numbers in lessons continue to sporadically decrease, yogis retreating to their rooms after falling victim to another cold or tummy bug... Luckily (touch wood) I have remained healthy so far, trying to stay aware of whatever comes up & steer clear of becoming the next protagonist of a Delhi belly story (just as my stomach rumbles :s)...

Lunchtime escapes to
our local waterfall :)

Mmm I can smell a freshly made Masala Chai brewing near me: the spicy aroma of cinnamon, cardammon and cloves, it's like an Indian Christmas... I'm at ´Once in Nature´, a beautiful cafe perched at the edge of a mountain,  about 10 minutes from our Centre. I've been escaping here on my lunch breaks, sauntering up the cobbled path, past the mountain goats and deadlocked babas smoking charas... to sit in silence & indulge in my current book ´The White Tiger´ by Aravind Adiga: a sinister read appropriately set in India.
The other day as I turned another page, there was a moment where I sat back and laughed... the ink had faded at the beginning of all the pages of the book, forcing my mind to pause and figure out the meaning of the sentences... I laughed at the text in front of me and the sounds of my 'quiet escape': loud conversations in Hindi and nearby drumming, not the most relaxing but appropriate background music nevertheless...

Ah, the limitations of time... that's the end of my lunch break today, time to get the books out again.

Message of the day: 
"Nothing can make you suffer without your silent permission"