High Yoga

Started the day off right- with a yoga. Hehe!
I woke up around 6h30 and met Hannah and Amanda outside the Guest House. We walked down our mountain pathway to the tiny village down below. It was drizzling out, but a misty and cooling rain. We check out a few places for yoga and relaxation and find a place for breakfast. As we head back up the hill, Hannah and I decide we would ask the guys on the porch for some hashish. They tell us that Anook wasn't up yet but offered us some of their joint. And so begins our morning at 7h30 am, our morning ritual of wonderful marijuana...The way everyday should start...
The older dude introduces himself as Klaus and that he is Bavarian, but has a German passport. I've only seen Klaus sitting up on this porch, with his hair down, shirt off and always smoking something. He has long curly hair, crystal blue eyes, deep laugh liines and yellow decaying teeth. But man, can he talk! And talk and talk and talk..
I learn from him that both sugar and mushrooms are taking over the world...that ketchup is all sugar, and that sugar is what makes people addicted to cigarettes, not tobacco. Hmmmm...ok...
The other girls join us around the table, where the joints keep on circling, the conversation flowing (usually Klaus the Hippie talking, a monologue of philosophical accounts of the world),
and then rain is falling softly outside.
We talk about the Shantaram, Terence McKenna, mushrooms and documentaries. Conversation was never dull...
Around 9h30, we all excuse ourselves and head into the village. While the other girls go for breakfast, I catch a 200 rps yoga session downtown for about an hour and a half. It was wonderful. I was close to not doing any yoga at all, which would have been a shame considering I was in the Yoga Capital of the World. I strrrrrrretch out and get back into my yoga rhythm. At times, I was a bit lost and my instructor was certainly Nancy Guilardi but it will do. At the end of the session, we meditate in Shivassana position and I successfully meditate! Probably because I was still feeling that incredible high...
I medidate on the idea that life is a big black box and any problems or stresses or pains or anxieties that I feel, I can just push them out of the box and close it. And forget about it. So I did just that- in my head, I mentally pushed out all the little things that were bothering me on this trip and they just..stop bothering me. I still think about this visual space and how I can compartmentalize my problems and section and separate them to only focus on what really matters- which is me. Especially during yoga.
I actually think I fell asleep during the session because I relapsed somewhere between meditating and moving to our next position. Anyway, I thank my instructor and walk out into the monsoon rain up to Tulsi Restaurant to meet the girls.