Before coming here, I had been told for several years that in order to fully appreciate the Mysore experience, I would have to come for three full months. The first month is difficult and frustrating, the second month you begin to hit your stride, and the third month is for growth. And because it never felt possible to get away from my life for three full months, I kept waiting to make the trip. Even this past fall, when I had already registered, already renewed my passport, I wavered again; is this the right time? Am I wasting money? Should I wait until the fall? Thankfully, I got a kick in the yoga pants that jolted me me into reality. The time will never be perfect. When do we ever get a three month window of free time about which every person and job in our life says, “Go ahead! Follow your spiritual journey! We will be waiting with open arms when you get back!” So, here I am. With three practices left of a six-week stay, I have not once regretted coming here. Okay, maybe every time I see a cockroach (I ADMIT IT. I AM NOT OVER THE FEAR YET. At least I don’t fear the ones I don‘t see as much).
And speaking of practice, time to go. My time began at 9:30, then it was moved to 8:45, then everyone was moved to 7am, and now that Saraswathi is off to Australia, her students are supposed to come between 6 and 6:30. Shala time.