Writing to you from India! Where tuk tuk drivers are sages and sages hail from Canada to teach you Everything You Need To Know. Where sages then tell dirty jokes and play dirty tricks to get your number or get you to their home.
I’m spitting out the bones and still chewing the meat as my friends, the Christians, say. [I’m interrupting myself with a question…Christians, why do you/we say this?]
This sage told me: you need to drink more water. Your chakras are blocked. You smile on the outside, but inside you are not smiling. Inside you are sad. You forget to sleep because you’re too busy thinking.
No bones there, I’m afraid.
Writing to you from India! Where I’m telling the truth: my heart has not been smiling lately.
The truth, I said? In that case, its more accurate to say I don’t know what my heart’s been up to. I haven’t been listening to Her.
Writing to you from India! Where journals are left empty and my yoga practice wants. Where days blur and mornings go wasted, catching the sleep I thought through in the night.
Two days ago I met a sage, a tuk tuk driver, a womanizer. I paid one. Forgave one. Thanked one.
Might have said dismissed one. Except I did not go on my merry way. A bell— perhaps I should say a horn?—clattered in my ear.
Writing to you from India! Where I’m drinking water. Where I woke up Monday and then Tuesday to write, to reflect, to feel. Helping my heart be heard and maybe even smile. If not, at least helping Her reach up to a busy mind and clear the channel between the two.
Writing to you from India! Where I’m learning: sometimes wake up calls come from unexpected places. When they do, still answer. Once you are awake, you realize Everything You Need To Know.