We've now arrived at our final destination. Five weeks to go, only one before my special lady friend joins me. I have one more week at the Subbody Butoh School and then Sara and I are taking on a 200-hour yoga teacher training. I feel so excited about it all!
My daily life is pretty simple. I get woken up by barking dogs and non-melodic birds (I have yet to find an India ornithologist who can tell me the name of this most annoying bird I hear all the time.
) Getting out of bed, I step on the cold ceramic floor while making a conscious effort to remember: must not brush teeth with tap water. I then take a spoonful of this Ashwagandha paste I have discovered - more on this later - and prepare some green tea. Curtains open, I greet the Dhauladar every morning with a short series of Sun Salutations. Taking the time to loosen up and breathe in deeply, this morning ritual has been a real delight.
I evolve in a perimeter of about 40 square meters: apartment, this café where I am right now, and the Butoh school. I do not wander off too much without planning a bit, because it's impossible to get anywhere without calling it a trek. Hence this café, called Illiterati because the concept is that its walls are filled with books (yeah!), has pretty much become my general quarters. I come here every day for a good wifi connection and a cup of tea or a meal.
The only thing that never changes is change itself.
I have plenty of time before school starts, so most of the time I actually go there around 9am to breathe and stretch some more, and meditate a bit. Then it's morning session. This butoh training method, Subbody, is all about calming the mind in order to connect with the subconscious realm in which our body is our mind is our body. Mornings are dedicated to what they call ''conditioning''; it can be massage, spinal consciousness, walking meditation, or anything that will gently connect us with body-consciousness. Needless to say: I love it.
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View from the upper studio. |
Weeks go by very quickly. We mix self-exploration with group resonance session. I feel that my butoh is slowly expanding; or perhaps is just my mind quieting a bit more. No concepts, no politics, no pressure on myself, I am actually managing to mostly just remain curious.
The butoh we explore in this school is very much inspired by the work of Tatsumi Hijikata. It is hard but I keep what Rhizome Lee (our teacher) had written as the main guiding principle: butoh expands the notion of what a being human is/means. This quote, which comes from Hijikata himself, means that the work of butoh is to think outside the common notion of humanity to incorporate all the realms that make us: single-cell organisms, ancestors, natural elements, surrealist dreams, etc. This is what we dance, or rather, this is what we open ourselves up to be danced by.
I feel that I am starting to understand what butoh is.
This being said, I know there is still - and probably will always remain - something alluding me... like... I'm not a fully-enlightened-by-cosmic-grace-dancer yet. ;)
On the weekends, I get out of my living perimeter and hike up to McLeod Ganj. The area, known as Little Lhasa, is home to a large population of Tibetans who have migrated to escape from Chinese oppression and to settle around the temple in exile of their political and spiritual leader, the Dalai Lama.
The streets there offer numerous shops with crafts, jewellery, singing bowls, restaurants, and so on. It's been filling up with an increasing number of tourists in recent years. You won't be surprised if I tell you I've been having mixed feeling about this. But then I'm on a journey to being softer with myself, so instead of feeding the politically critical chatter, I've actually surrendered to my love for beautiful shiny things!
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I've been trying to find out about the name of the artist(s)
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In truth, I've noticed that I feel soooo good after spending a bit of time inside a small shop filled with gemstones and statues of Shiva. So, I've actually been thinking about starting a little import business myself! If beauty soothes me this much, it can certainly benefit others too. I've met this man who offered to take me to the people who make what he sells. Unfortunately, I won't have time to accept his invitation this time around. But if this idea keeps sprouting, I'll make sure to go to come back and go to Kashmir to meet these artisans. I could then feel honoured to be part of the chain that helps them make a living by distributing their creations.
Beauty surrounds indeed, but as you might know, India is a land of contrasts. So I'll finish this post with a few thousand words wrapped in a series of pictures. These photos cannot portray the level of uneasiness, not to say anger, or despair, that lurks to get to me at every turn. I could take hundreds of pictures like these.
It was really hard to cope during my first week or two here. Now I guess I've adapted a bit to give my nervous system a break. Life adapts.
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Waste disposal. |
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These streets are made out of... motorcycles and trash...basically. |
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Anyone would like a murder for dinner?
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Water : not to be taken for granted |
But I shan't leave you with these sad images. I will bridge it all with a last shot which I took because I perceive a lot of beauty in decay. There is so much of it here... so much of Life.
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''Things they come, and things they go. And that's one thing you oughta know.'' |