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October | India

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Day 84 – 87 – Transition to skin | Jodhpur to New Delhi to Bangkok

We have mixed feelings about leaving the Ashram. On the one hand, it’s been such a beautiful experience, but on the other hand… it’s hot in India. Like, really hot. Jk. Not really.

So we begin the transition to skin – first to Jodhpur where we spent a few days enjoying the access to wifi and air conditioning (and a bit of culture, obv): a cooking class with Rekha of “Spice Paradise” (amazing), a trip to the Mehrangarh Fort (meh), more curries (meh, compared to the Ashram).  Continue reading

Chai Chai Chai!

You are probably thinking: Why would someone who avoids eating dairy choose to write about a milky drink?

To which I reply: You mean chai? You mean this glorious, fragrant, silky sweet full-fat milky drink?

Going to India and not trying the chai would be a little like going to Italy and not trying the pasta. Continue reading

Sab Kuch Milega!

This charming Hindi phrase translates to “Everything is possible“, and it’s one of the key lessons of being in India. More than learning cultural things in the sense of the word that we were expecting (yoga, meditation, cooking, customs) we have picked up this way of life… only a little bit. We are still type-A Westerners after all.  Continue reading

Day 77 – Camel Safari | Osian, India

With the much-anticipated arrival of Sarah (people’s eyes lit up when they found out she was coming, and her name was repeated in a awestruck kind of way) came an opportunity to accompany her and her charge, Gracie, on a CAMEL SAFARI!!! Woooo!!! Continue reading

Aloo Gobi – “Indian cooking so easy any idiot can do it!”

Ok Kids, coming at ya from India, one of my favourite recipes. This one not only tastes delicious, but clearly it photographs well. It’s only one of the amazing recipes that Papu and the team at Shri Jasnath Asan (Ashram) shared with us this month, and it will be part of the wellness program launching in November 2017 at the Ashram.  Continue reading

The Guru | Shri Jasnath Asan, Panchla Siddha, India

“Ji” is a honorific suffix used like the Japanese use “san”. So Ramu the gardener is really Ramuji, because he feeds us all and is the best dang hand-model-slashie-farmer ever. And Guru is really Guruji because he is The Man.

Living here at the Ashram, and in such close contact with Guruji, has been a real treat. Anything I say will be an understatement: It’s akin to living with Saint Francis etc. to the Catholics. He is a living Saint, highly revered across the world, a very educated and wise and spiritual man, and he’s like… right there… eating breakfast beside Marc. The life that we are living this month is one that few people in the world have the chance to experience (whether from East or West). Continue reading

Day 76 – The Best Meal of My Life | Pukhraj’s House, India

Today is another one of those “pinch me, I’m dreaming” days. We hopped in the jeep and drove out to Pukhraj’s grandma’s house – she’s 100 years old, and don’t tell me she’s not just so beautiful. Look at that skin! We asked her for her beauty secrets: ghee on the skin, and she only eats some sogra bread and some milk each day. Well, I’m not ready to commit to that diet (not with Papu as our cook at the Ashram anyway) but I have been putting ghee on my feet at night… Continue reading

Day 75 – Why don’t you just go jump off a dune?? | Panchla Siddha, India

There were a few days as we were leaving France and settling in India that really weren’t spectacular. I just felt blah. On the phone with my sister, a 3-second lag putting up a brick wall between the familiar intimacy I missed about our chats back home (whispered over the sleeping form of her infant son in his milk-coma), I complained that I worried that the trip wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Continue reading

Day 73 – Puja | Shri Jasnath Asan, Panchla Siddha, India

There is no way for me to describe, to someone who has never been here, what it is like to sit at evening Puja with these people. It’s joyful, loud, hilarious, precious.

Sometimes the feeling of the music and the devotion bubbles up out of one of the attendees in an exuberant “Jai Ho!”, or they are moved to get up and dance. I watched Ramuji dance to a particularly upbeat and happy song in the flickering firelight from the offering fires on Thursday night and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Continue reading

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