In case you checked it's a Monday, but I am running out of names. Maybe I should read the entry before typing it in... or I could name it last... in any case here is an entry written on a Tuesday.
Tuesday 23 November, 2009 5:45 am
The most amazing thing happened last night at our evening campfire session. OK so it was planned that Swamiji was going to go to Salem for an NSP. OK gotta go, yoga time,
9:46 am
OK amazing thing that happened. I guess a few people wrote letters and cried to Swamiji during darshan, because he is leaving tomorrow to do the four and a half day NSP (Nithya Spurana Program) in which you go through the seven koshas of your body. (Swamiji imitated the crying people) so last at the campfire Swamiji decided that he had decided to bring us along! I am really excited! Even though the program is in Tamil, (Swamiji's native language) Swamiji the rest of us who don't speak that ancient language a live translation. Just to say I might have to cut off this script in a second because we are awaiting Swamiji. OK so the thing is many of us are falling, or have already fallen sick. So there is that problem, and there is the problem that the NSP is total Indian. There are no American toilets, no cute little rooms like we have here, and the food is, I don't even know. The people here are going to try and make the best for us, they are going to bring toilet paper, (Indian toilets just use water and your left hand) bottled water for our personal drinking water, and our food. Alright I'll write later.
12:10 pm
About 25-30 people have decided not to go on the Salem trip. Ma Maneesha talked my mom out of going, so now a young woman named Amrita is going to be my guardian. We just had our morning tea break, now we are back in the Ananda Sabha. Most are laying around on the floor talking, even though Swamiji said not to.
Late Afternoon
I hate writing this because it means I have to realize in again, and I feel like I might start crying. OK so they were asking who was going on the Salem trip, and my mom raised her hand and said she was. Ma Maneesha looked at her, told her she had been sick and would not be going.
5:26 pm
[so back story time!] OK so mother was not going, so mom thought "what about a guardian?" OK stop the flow, I just realized I already wrote that. OK so guardian, yeah, mother told Ma Maneesha, who said Swami Bhaktananda was the coordinator of the trip and we had to check with him. He said no, would not work, too risky. I was pretty much anguished. I almost cried, I sulked, I complained to quite a few people. Then Ma Maneesha got on the mic, (you seriously need it in a hall like Ananda Sabha) and said there were times when you just need to go to the Banyan tree, and this was one of those times. I couldn't agree more. So we went and chanted a mantra, and sat under the tree's glorious crown on the black granite slabs set in the clear space between the main entrance and the main trunk and Dakshinamorthi. It was twilight and very peaceful. Then we did a meditation, which I did not really do. I more speculated on the whole trip thing. Sitting facing Dakshina, who is just like Swamiji in my eyes, I thought back to Swamiji saying "everything is auspicious." Mayhap something will happen that will make staying back absolutely wonderful. After meditating (not!) I took a shot walk around the tree.
9:09 pm
We have started our Nithya yoga teachers training. For our intellectual understand we are watching a Swamiji discourse about yoga.
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