Our last day in India
Day 25 - 14th May 2018
Today it is our last day in India. Nevertheless, we do not
feel sad. We are Here Now and there is nothing but Joy and Gratitude in our
hearts in this Now moment.
We have experienced so much Beauty, so much Presence, so
much Wisdom, so much Love, so much Acceptance, so much Freedom, so much Joy and
Laughter, so much Silence, so much Diversity, so much Profound Bliss, so much….
This bundle of experiences lived in India over these last 25 days contains so
much Abundance that nothing can weaken its intensity or make it fade before the
prospect of leaving.
The fact that we have allowed ourselves to feel vulnerable
and totally surrender to this whole experience has been our treasure, since fragility is love's greatest strength.
That's what allows it to flow and adapt, flexible and unlimited.
This is the only way Love can work its magic – through total
surrender to it, walking the path of the unknown with undying Trust that our
steps are safely guided. Guided by our everlasting Essence, where Love resides
permanently – where we choose to BE.
Our morning goes by at a leisurely pace. Pedro wants to buy
some clothes so we decide to go to a Shopping Centre that Anu recommends, where
he can find the kind of attire he is looking for: Indian style shirts, a Kurta,
a Nehru jacket and maybe some trousers.
With my leg’s painful recovery in motion, I am not up for a
lot of walking, so this option suits me just fine: one place where all the
shops we need are.
We take a while to manage to get a tuc that will take us there for
the price we are willing to pay but patience and persistence always yield good
fortune and eventually we get our ride.
Us waiting trying to get a tuc ride and admiring a bull walking down the street
When we get there it is just opening and some shops are
still closed, but one which was none of the ones Anu recommended is open and we
like what we see in the shop windows so we go in.
I thoroughly enjoy this experience. Men’s clothes in India –
ethnic wear - are so beautiful and elegant: colourful, flowery, with soft and
silky fabrics, intricately embroidered, with ellaborate details, so feminine
and yet gracefully masculine at the same time. Balanced, I would say.
Beautifully balanced.
I don’t usually like going out for shopping, but now I get
to sit and admire the different options Pedro chooses going past my sight. Some
would not be very practical to use here in Europe, or maybe they would! And they are so Royal. Would
have been lovely for him to wear them here. Anyway, he chooses a few pieces
that he feels are suitable anywhere, plus a beautiful yellow Kurta and a very elegant
Nehru jacket in shades of blue.
I leave you with a men’s wear site for you to see what I
mean about Indian ethnic male attire: https://www.utsavfashion.com/men
While we are in the shop, two young men come in for shopping
and as they see my leg burn, they immediately smile at me and ask if it’s a
bike burn… With so many motorbikes here they are well acquainted with these
things. I confirm, confidently stating it’s on its way to healing and they
reassure me with the regular three weeks deadline: “three weeks and you’ll be
fine”.
Since I am just at the beginning of these days to come, I choose to not
wish to rush forward, but simply to stay in the sweet knowingness that as all
things, this too shall pass, yet now I am on the way.
Pedro is very happy with his shopping. Like me, he also
dislikes shopping but this is a special occasion, a different kind of feeling
entirely… Could be because we’re in the midst of a totally different culture,
or just because Pedro had been wanting to buy some of these clothes for years,
ever since he last came to India. What matters is that we are both happy with
the outcome.
When we get outside the heat is enjoying its elevation and
standing in the sun challenges our termic resitance.
Once again, finding a tuc ride back home for the price we
had been told by Krishna and Anu to be the fair one is not so easy, but
persistence yields its boon and we are once again on our way.
Since we are travelling today, Anu has lovingly prepared a
light and delicious homemade Indian chickpeas curry with rice and a few more delicacies
for us. She is vegetarian and an excellent cook, so our last memory of a
Southern Indian meal still remains intact to this day, 7 months later. Thank
you Anu.
We get our things ready and still have time for some more
interesting conversations where I get the chance to film Krishna explaining
about the Caste system and how the term was first used by the Portuguese. Here
is the extremely interesting video with his clarifying explanation: watch video
Anu and Krishna live in a very beautiful residential area,
with nice gardens and well kept buildings, and though it would seem that it is
out of the main urban agitation, in fact the noise of the fantastic Indian
traffic is constantly audible. One becomes used to it, after a while, but it
would take me decades to adapt to life in a huge city like Bangalore with all
of its commotion. Cities here seem to never sleep. There is always movement
night and day, always many at work.
In fact, the city is so huge that the airport is around 40
km away from where we are now!
We decide 4 pm is a good hour to leave and head
for the airport, so Krishna books us an Uber taxi for that moment and when it’s
time to leave they take us downstairs and say farewell to us properly, with a
good, sound hug and many blessings for our safe travels.
The Krishna family are definitely Masters at the art of
hosting and we are now bound for life, through a friendship that remains strong
and meaningful across the borders of time and space.
We thank the exemplary parents and the beautiful young
girls, Neha and Nitika for sharing their home with us so openly and lovingly.
This was a very special and significant part of our journey.
Our plane from Bangalore to Delhi is at 8.20 pm and we
arrive at the airport at 5 pm so we have plenty of time to spare.
There are so many people everywhere, that waiting at this
airport, as later on in Delhi airport, is a test of resilience – managing to
stay in silence inside while there is constant movement outside.
India
challenges us to the very end, as if we were in an Acceptance bootcamp which we
will come out of much more Compassionate and capable of staying Present in any
circumstances. Thank you oh magnificent Mother India!
Our passage in the early hours of the night, from 2 to 5 am,
at Dubai airport continues the practice. This airport is overflowing at all
times. Shops are open here 24 hours a day and it definitely never sleeps.
The interesting thing is that usually we would be sound
asleep at this improbable hour, but given the circumstances we just adapt to
what is. Travelling makes us become more flexible in all senses and the endless
opportunities to be out of any possible comfort zone are a growth bonus and a
consolidation of the inner truth that there is only one comfort zone and that
is in ourselves, in our centre, in communion with our Divine Essence, always,
all ways. When we live from this point of Presence, no other comfort zone is
necessary – in fact, it becomes clear that it is an unattainable moving target,
one of the greatest illusions in 3rd dimensional reality.
We arrive safely in Lisbon at round about lunch time.
By now my leg is extremely swollen and walking is a painful
task. Considering we have flown in with Emirates, which implies walking all the
way from the far side of the airport, Pedro insists on taking me on a
wheelchair. I try and counter, imagining I am not that debilitated… but in fact
I am, so I gratefully surrender. It’s the first time I have ever been in such a
situation and it is both challenging to be vulnerable like this and on the
other hand comforting that I am supported and can relax and respect my body’s
current limitation.
When we get to the exit I have to walk again, though I remain
grateful for the wheelchair ride that allowed for the airport to seem smaller 😉
I was supposed to teach this evening but I have a lucky
break and half of the students can’t come so we postpone the class. God bless! All
I need is to lie down and rest, recover from the slight jet lag and completely
land back in Portugal.
When we are coming back from a far away country, with such a
different culture, climate and vibe, it takes us a while to readjust to being
back home – to bring the wealth of our rich experience overseas together with our
experience here and be reborn as a new bundle of awesome Human and Divine
harmony, entwining the best of both worlds into one whole, magical new Self.
I cannot express my Gratitude enough to everyone who crossed
our path, to all of the places that held us, to all of the moments that embraced
us and to Pedro for being the best companion I could ask for, as we dive deeper
and deeper into the Freedom of True Love.
Thank you <3
Mother India, I will definitely be back!
This thornless rose
was offered to me by Pedro, still a bud, and bloomed into this beautiful
treasure. Abundance is Manifold, Gratitude is Bliss and Life is Generous, when
we allow. May Love always Be allowed.
💙💚💛💜
Our last day in India
Day 25 - 14th May 2018
Today it is our last day in India. Nevertheless, we do not
feel sad. We are Here Now and there is nothing but Joy and Gratitude in our
hearts in this Now moment.
We have experienced so much Beauty, so much Presence, so
much Wisdom, so much Love, so much Acceptance, so much Freedom, so much Joy and
Laughter, so much Silence, so much Diversity, so much Profound Bliss, so much….
This bundle of experiences lived in India over these last 25 days contains so
much Abundance that nothing can weaken its intensity or make it fade before the
prospect of leaving.
The fact that we have allowed ourselves to feel vulnerable
and totally surrender to this whole experience has been our treasure, since fragility is love's greatest strength.
That's what allows it to flow and adapt, flexible and unlimited.
This is the only way Love can work its magic – through total
surrender to it, walking the path of the unknown with undying Trust that our
steps are safely guided. Guided by our everlasting Essence, where Love resides
permanently – where we choose to BE.
Our morning goes by at a leisurely pace. Pedro wants to buy
some clothes so we decide to go to a Shopping Centre that Anu recommends, where
he can find the kind of attire he is looking for: Indian style shirts, a Kurta,
a Nehru jacket and maybe some trousers.
With my leg’s painful recovery in motion, I am not up for a
lot of walking, so this option suits me just fine: one place where all the
shops we need are.
We take a while to manage to get a tuc that will take us there for
the price we are willing to pay but patience and persistence always yield good
fortune and eventually we get our ride.
Us waiting trying to get a tuc ride and admiring a bull walking down the street
When we get there it is just opening and some shops are
still closed, but one which was none of the ones Anu recommended is open and we
like what we see in the shop windows so we go in.
I thoroughly enjoy this experience. Men’s clothes in India –
ethnic wear - are so beautiful and elegant: colourful, flowery, with soft and
silky fabrics, intricately embroidered, with ellaborate details, so feminine
and yet gracefully masculine at the same time. Balanced, I would say.
Beautifully balanced.
I don’t usually like going out for shopping, but now I get
to sit and admire the different options Pedro chooses going past my sight. Some
would not be very practical to use here in Europe, or maybe they would! And they are so Royal. Would
have been lovely for him to wear them here. Anyway, he chooses a few pieces
that he feels are suitable anywhere, plus a beautiful yellow Kurta and a very elegant
Nehru jacket in shades of blue.
I leave you with a men’s wear site for you to see what I
mean about Indian ethnic male attire: https://www.utsavfashion.com/men
While we are in the shop, two young men come in for shopping
and as they see my leg burn, they immediately smile at me and ask if it’s a
bike burn… With so many motorbikes here they are well acquainted with these
things. I confirm, confidently stating it’s on its way to healing and they
reassure me with the regular three weeks deadline: “three weeks and you’ll be
fine”.
Since I am just at the beginning of these days to come, I choose to not
wish to rush forward, but simply to stay in the sweet knowingness that as all
things, this too shall pass, yet now I am on the way.
Pedro is very happy with his shopping. Like me, he also
dislikes shopping but this is a special occasion, a different kind of feeling
entirely… Could be because we’re in the midst of a totally different culture,
or just because Pedro had been wanting to buy some of these clothes for years,
ever since he last came to India. What matters is that we are both happy with
the outcome.
When we get outside the heat is enjoying its elevation and
standing in the sun challenges our termic resitance.
Once again, finding a tuc ride back home for the price we
had been told by Krishna and Anu to be the fair one is not so easy, but
persistence yields its boon and we are once again on our way.
Since we are travelling today, Anu has lovingly prepared a
light and delicious homemade Indian chickpeas curry with rice and a few more delicacies
for us. She is vegetarian and an excellent cook, so our last memory of a
Southern Indian meal still remains intact to this day, 7 months later. Thank
you Anu.
We get our things ready and still have time for some more
interesting conversations where I get the chance to film Krishna explaining
about the Caste system and how the term was first used by the Portuguese. Here
is the extremely interesting video with his clarifying explanation: watch video
Anu and Krishna live in a very beautiful residential area, with nice gardens and well kept buildings, and though it would seem that it is out of the main urban agitation, in fact the noise of the fantastic Indian traffic is constantly audible. One becomes used to it, after a while, but it would take me decades to adapt to life in a huge city like Bangalore with all of its commotion. Cities here seem to never sleep. There is always movement night and day, always many at work.
In fact, the city is so huge that the airport is around 40
km away from where we are now!
We decide 4 pm is a good hour to leave and head for the airport, so Krishna books us an Uber taxi for that moment and when it’s time to leave they take us downstairs and say farewell to us properly, with a good, sound hug and many blessings for our safe travels.
We decide 4 pm is a good hour to leave and head for the airport, so Krishna books us an Uber taxi for that moment and when it’s time to leave they take us downstairs and say farewell to us properly, with a good, sound hug and many blessings for our safe travels.
The Krishna family are definitely Masters at the art of
hosting and we are now bound for life, through a friendship that remains strong
and meaningful across the borders of time and space.
We thank the exemplary parents and the beautiful young
girls, Neha and Nitika for sharing their home with us so openly and lovingly.
This was a very special and significant part of our journey.
Our plane from Bangalore to Delhi is at 8.20 pm and we
arrive at the airport at 5 pm so we have plenty of time to spare.
There are so many people everywhere, that waiting at this
airport, as later on in Delhi airport, is a test of resilience – managing to
stay in silence inside while there is constant movement outside.
India challenges us to the very end, as if we were in an Acceptance bootcamp which we will come out of much more Compassionate and capable of staying Present in any circumstances. Thank you oh magnificent Mother India!
India challenges us to the very end, as if we were in an Acceptance bootcamp which we will come out of much more Compassionate and capable of staying Present in any circumstances. Thank you oh magnificent Mother India!
Our passage in the early hours of the night, from 2 to 5 am,
at Dubai airport continues the practice. This airport is overflowing at all
times. Shops are open here 24 hours a day and it definitely never sleeps.
The interesting thing is that usually we would be sound
asleep at this improbable hour, but given the circumstances we just adapt to
what is. Travelling makes us become more flexible in all senses and the endless
opportunities to be out of any possible comfort zone are a growth bonus and a
consolidation of the inner truth that there is only one comfort zone and that
is in ourselves, in our centre, in communion with our Divine Essence, always,
all ways. When we live from this point of Presence, no other comfort zone is
necessary – in fact, it becomes clear that it is an unattainable moving target,
one of the greatest illusions in 3rd dimensional reality.
We arrive safely in Lisbon at round about lunch time.
By now my leg is extremely swollen and walking is a painful
task. Considering we have flown in with Emirates, which implies walking all the
way from the far side of the airport, Pedro insists on taking me on a
wheelchair. I try and counter, imagining I am not that debilitated… but in fact
I am, so I gratefully surrender. It’s the first time I have ever been in such a
situation and it is both challenging to be vulnerable like this and on the
other hand comforting that I am supported and can relax and respect my body’s
current limitation.
When we get to the exit I have to walk again, though I remain
grateful for the wheelchair ride that allowed for the airport to seem smaller 😉
I was supposed to teach this evening but I have a lucky
break and half of the students can’t come so we postpone the class. God bless! All
I need is to lie down and rest, recover from the slight jet lag and completely
land back in Portugal.
When we are coming back from a far away country, with such a
different culture, climate and vibe, it takes us a while to readjust to being
back home – to bring the wealth of our rich experience overseas together with our
experience here and be reborn as a new bundle of awesome Human and Divine
harmony, entwining the best of both worlds into one whole, magical new Self.
I cannot express my Gratitude enough to everyone who crossed
our path, to all of the places that held us, to all of the moments that embraced
us and to Pedro for being the best companion I could ask for, as we dive deeper
and deeper into the Freedom of True Love.
Thank you <3
Thank you <3
Mother India, I will definitely be back!
This thornless rose
was offered to me by Pedro, still a bud, and bloomed into this beautiful
treasure. Abundance is Manifold, Gratitude is Bliss and Life is Generous, when
we allow. May Love always Be allowed.
💙💚💛💜
