“Do you have a flashlight?”
I was blissfully napping after my first dinner in three days, albeit restricted to a fruit salad, in my hammock which I had finally found a place to put up. Giulia, my new roommate, can’t see the combination lock to our room.
“Eh, no, my flashlight just died.”
The silence is broken, my fast from words and communication is unwittingly and definitively ended. Things here just happen like that, they begin, they end, and flow just is what it is.
What to say about three days abstaining from food and (most) communication? We all felt hard hit on day two, and the usual six or seven hours of morning became interminable hours of nothingness. This was the one-two punch: I wasn’t eating, and so energy was way down for us all and we canceled classes, but I couldn’t do much of anything else either: talking, reading, writing, singing. At most meditation and pranayama (yogic breathing), and a bit of stretching.
Today (fast day 3) we could take blended banana’s at lunch, so morning work was more doable, though full of breaks for near-dizziness. More banana’s and a fruit salad later, I feel the plunge ahead into further phases of work, enabled it seems by this steadiness of flow achieved in these slow days of Niyama, restriction, when everyone was abstaining from one thing or another.
Riccardo and Paolo have also both moved on, left Hampi, separately, for broader horizons. It was four days from their official separation, but they were still at our “guest-house” (complex of cabanas, café, and lawn comprising our lodging) and very much present. To me this helps settle things too.
HAPPY NEW YEAR. We’ll all be asleep well before midnight.
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