Dear friends.

Still dancing the Shivadance here in India.

I have thought about you and about writing.I have not been able to,
because so much is going on and transforming on the inner and outher levels
– and there is so much to write about.

India is an interesting place, very mixed – but most important of all –
from what I have experienced untill now, they come from the heart.
They are not mindpeople like we are in the western world….still….

It took me a while to lay down my usual suspisciousness, that I know so well from back home – and letting people help me in the way they want to help me and to actually see that they were just accepting me and not questioning me.

The big appifany for me was at a postoffice – or posthut – in Rishikesh,
the guy didn´t speek english, but he silently showed me what to do
and told me to sit down. He was in an extremely little and primitive office
with 2 other colleagues. And while he took care of my things –
he had to take care of all the other customers that came to his window –
and listen to a loud argument between his colleague and a customer, at the same time a machine started bipping very insisting and loud.
He packed my stuff into an old potatobag and put a cloth around it
and started sowing it together around my things.
He was calm, friendly and doing his job without letting the surroundings disturb him.

Suddenly I realised that I was also in this inferno –
and that it was so much easier for me to take the sounds and the smell, dust, beggars, cowshit and all that could normally bother me.

I suddenly understood how I was met with the feeling of ”we are all One” instead of ”We are all individuals” and what big difference it makes – for your feeling of love and safety.

Words can not describe this feeling – I felt embraced by India, by Rishikesh, by the energy, by Love –  So much gratefulness came to me that I was almostbeginning to cry in this small postoffice in Rishikesh.

A city that did it´s part to open my heart more – there is a very special and spiritually high energy there – and they all fill the waters of Ganges with their prayers and wishes, which makes the water Holy and good for energetically purifying. That is one beautiful part of India. I hope I can bring this energy with me in my heart.

Another part of India is that they have not managed to keep the nature clean from garbage and that also meen Mother Ganga. They seem to throw the garbage in the nature, and often in the most beautiful places. And they walk around in cowshit and don´t have high hygiejne standards – it´s a strange contrast to be pure on the inside, but not taking care of the surroundings.

I think that is just one of the many contrast there is to meet here.

See I ended up writing something anyway

Hope you are all well – and enjoying christmas time, time of the hearts.

Love Tine