I've been thinking about this trip since early summer, and it is finally here. I'm so excited and just a little nervous.
When I feel nervous, I just remind myself how much this trip was meant to be.
I've always had dreams, and I've always remembered them. Or at least some abstract feelings and/or ideas from them. You may say I'm a dreamer. I had a very clear dream about going to Mysore. I was standing in the entrance to Tapovana, it was a sunny morning. My friend and teacher Stacey was standing just behind my left side and she said, "you should go to Mysore." That was the dream. There was no abstraction to it, the studio wasn't a dream idea of the studio, and Stacey looked and sounded just like she does in person.
One morning in the early summer, I was in the front entrance to Tapovana. Stacey was the only person there. We hadn't spent much time together and she was asking me about my work. I told her that I worked really hard for 9 or 10 months and then I had a big chunk of time off in the winter. She was standing just behind my left side and she said, "you should go to Mysore."
I couldn't believe it, I kind of giggled, because it was exactly what I had dreamed. No abstractions, not kind of the same, it was the exact same moment. It reminded me of one of those stories from Autobiography of a Yogi, where things happen outside of what we know as time and space.
So I'm going to Mysore.
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Hi Geoff, This is really quite a journal of your trip. It is fun to keep up with this, and sounds like you are not alone, which of course makes me feel better. We are following a very timely viewing of the history of India on PBS. Everyone I have talked to indicates it is extremely well done, and depicts things well, so we can sort of follow along with another venue. I look forward to your updates, and I will try to keep up as well.
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