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Day 84 – Hands, the window to the soul | Jodhpur, India

Our last night in Odeceixe, Portugal, as we took our couple’s yoga class from Ellen on the yoga deck and the sun was setting over the hills (I’m painting a picture for you here) I looked down at my hands while in down-dog and thought “wow, how much have I changed?”

This was only 20 or so days in to the trip. My fancy engagement and wedding rings had been replaced by a plain silver band, my arms and hands were tanned, covered in bug bites and scratched by raspberry bushes.

I had this same feeling recently while doing yoga on the lawn at the Ashram. That plain silver ring is long-lost (an unfortunate bi-product of taking it off to have my hands painted), my skin is dry from the Rajasthan heat, and multiple layers of henna are fading on my palms.

hands-insta

As Shree notes during yoga: “A flexible body, a flexible mind!

Yes, India has taught us flexibility. It became a catch-phrase for our little group of ashram volunteers. Yoga class cancelled but no one told you? #flexibility! Ayurvedic doctor prescribes pills he never actually brings to the Ashram? #flexibility! Ask Papu to teach you how to make soup and he makes dry-fried dal? #flexibility!

We got to a place where these things didn’t bother us, they just made us laugh, or shrug, or they passed by without a comment because they were so common place. It takes a lot to bother us, these days. We have both changed here.

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  1. LOVE THESE WORDS Hillary! XOXOXOXO

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