Yoga in the Midst of María Mulatas.
At 5:30 a.m. I saluted the sun with a series of Surya Namaskara at the Bhakti Ashram’s terrace—the spiritual center in Mumbai where I studied. The María Mulata birds contributed to the melody of my Ujjayi breath (ocean breath in asana practice).
As I was flowing, my imagination was captured by a tropical sun that colored the morning with a bright orange. Mumbai was slowly awakening…
At 7:00 a.m. I relished my breakfast Prasadam, vegetarian dish offered to the god Krishna, full of Prana (life energy), where all devotees shared the same stage—men and women separately, without shoes, sitting on the floor, and eating only with the right hand; reserving the left for personal hygiene.
At 8:00 a.m. the red curtain opened and Mumbai appeared majestically…
The dialogues became poetry as I felt the boiling warmth of the Arabian Sea, and listened to the Mantras being offered to Lord Shiva together with a colorful basket of lotus flowers, roses, coconuts, and sacred cow’s milk.
A Muslim woman smiled at me, while a Hindu man shared a Namasté. The dialogues are enriched by the multiplicity of gods and dialects; I listened to the Gujarati, Hindi, English…
I feel grateful with life that Magical Realism does exist in India, yoga’s motherland.
Editor: Andrea B.
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