…among the howling of the monkeys, the smell of flowers, the calling of the wallahs (suffix indicating a person´s profession or background: bindi wallah, momo´s wallah, shoes wallah…) offering a chai (blended beverage made of tea and aromatic spices, delicious!) pujas at the sacred lake (religious ritual/offering presenting respect and love to Hindu Gods), I wake up in Pushkar.
Before I set foot on the street, after taking a good amount of vitamins and lighting an incense, I carry out the saree ritual (piece of fabric between 5 and 8 meters long used by women to dress up). I must say that until I am not totally dressed up in the saree, I don´t feel completely here and ready.
By crossing the Rangnath Venugopal Temple gate, the transportation is complete. The indigo blue gate is looming at the back, the small carrels of the Ashram (a place shared by students and teachers to study religious and cultural topics) surround the unique and majestic building, you can see the chamomile on the sides of the entrances, the women sitting and praying at the maing entrance, waitting to see their Lord and get his Darshan ( comes from a sanskrit word. In a hinduist context meaning the spiritual experience of see or being seen) and on washing day, a lot of colorful sarees drying in the Sun… I sigh. What a bless !!
ON OUR WAY TO THE LORD
The pilgrimage to Lord´s home is sparkled with laughter, and after a beautiful puja, again in a place so singular and magnificent as the Pushkar Lake, so intense and meaningful, we carry Him to our school, his temporary home, the place where He will witness the dance we will offer humbly, with His big wide open eyes and a benevolent smile.
This is how it begins, a dancing, physical and spiritual journey filled with passion. Words are not enough, feelings are beyond every possible expression and my soul is full of joy.
Back at Shakti School of Dance, I feel at home, I feel I belong here.
¡¡ Jai Jagannath !!