Notes from heaven

Somewhere out there, vuvuzelas greet the winners and the vanquished alike at the FIFA world cup, while strawberries and cream do little to soothe the shock of upsets at Wimbledon. It all seems so far away as Tina and I sit in a cool, cloudy, lush green paradise overlooking a lake, a myriad varieties of birdsong providing the background music to our satvik breakfast.

Every morning starts with two hours of Ayurveda massages and treatments, as we undergo a three week detox at the Panchakarma Centre at our Bangalore ashram. This is the longest break I have had in twenty years -- somewhere inside, my system is still in shock, unable to comprehend this multi-crore lottery of deep,
uninterrupted rest!

The ashram has never looked better; the lake, the farms, the gaushala, 
the Veda school -- everything seems to have blossomed into perfect
shape. In the evenings we meditate by the water at Radha Kunj in
relative solitude, and wish our friends and family could also be here
and experience what can only be described as the Utter Stillness of
Being :)








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