Coming back to Mysore always brings up a lot of memories, feelings, smiles, tears, struggles and pure joy. The first trip is always special, everything is new and I fell in love with the whole experience pretty quick. The second year was different but oh so wonderful in it’s own way. Coming back was like coming home, this time I knew how things worked, where to find the best food, when to register and how to handle the crazy traffic. I got my own scooter and started to enjoy driving around and exploring on my own.
I didn’t feel the same excitement this year going back for my third trip. Not exactly sure why but I wasn’t dancing on clouds when I applied for another three months. It might have been a combination of being injured and not feeling that intense love you feel in the beginning of a relationship when everything is new and exiting.
Two weeks have passed since I arrived and when I’m writing this I’m sitting on my friend Pilar’s terrace, listening to music and the sound of India on the street below us, and thinking there is no other place I would rather be right now. I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I think I knew the first day we started to practice. When our teacher R. Sharath Jois opened up the first class for the season with the opening mantra I felt this warm energy inside me. With my palms in front of my heart, and the voices of almost a hundred of my fellow students, I knew I had made the right decision to come back.
So far the practice has been quite tough, especially this past week. After a week of primary series, we started out with a led intermediate on Monday and I was sore for the next few days. Feeling heavy, exhausted and struggling with the humid air inside the shala, I would be lying if I didn’t say it is intense. Today I felt like I was going to faint in there. Soaked in sweat and with a face red as a tomato I stumbled out to cool myself with coconuts. Twenty minutes later I passed out on my bed and slept for almost two hours.
Hopefully next week practice will feel a little lighter, but who knows. This whole trip might be a long struggle. Whatever happens I’m ready to do the work. Isn’t it beautiful how everything is constantly changing? The practice, the body, places, people and life in general. Nothing stays the same. This year I definitely have more sweat drops on my mat than last year.