I’ll be setting off to Mysore tomorrow morning at 11 AM. On my first trip, I started preparing months in advance. On my second trip, I started preparing weeks in advance. This time around, I’m kinda flying by the seat of my pants. Anything I overlook is something I can sort out once on the ground in Mysore.
I’m dying to be back in India, but also incredibly sad to leave Dion and Waylon and Daisy (& Anna! who’s now living in Seattle). So even though this is a fantastic journey, it’s also a bit difficult. But somehow it’s a necessary annual culmination of the practice I do every morning — a kind of accounting, a paying of respects at the source, the start of a new year, a rededication, an acknowledgement of my gratitude.