A Marvelous Surprise

The sign said that we were going on a walk instead of having a morning journey.   I turned and made my way to my room to gather water and my phone (which I had on airplane mode), and to put on my sneakers. As I was walking to the door to leave, I turned around. Hanuman, who was on my altar, caught my eye.  “Do you want to come with me?,” I asked.

Hanuman, in this form (which my mom first thought was a lobster), is often found hanging from rearview mirrors in cars.  Since I was walking and not driving, I attached him to my backpack.

We walked. We walked. At times I walked next to another. For a bit I talked with someone. Most often, I walked alone admiring the beauty and simplicity of the place where I was. We were walking along a road that was high up from the river. The road followed the path of the river, making turns to the left and to the right, making sharp turns as if it was outlining the curves, the foothills of the Himalyays.

Where we were walking to was unknown to me, known to some, unknown to me. I, was at peace with the unknown for many previous walks from Sattva provided me the opportunity to experience, fully embody, being present and not concerned with the destination.  There was a real ease, a grace that was with me on the walk. A few cars passed, I saw folks enjoying chai, noticed trees growing from rocks, birds on branches, women taking a break from collecting grasses and leaves to feed their goats and cows, stone walls and meandering foot paths.

There are bells at the entrance to Temples, to announce, signal your presence. I rang the bell in my signature way, the way that flowed through me and continued to walk toward the temple. The pathway opened up to a large space, there was a cricket field- marked by the two poles and there were steps leading up to the temple. Many of the folks I was with arrived before me and were on or near the steps, so I began to walk to the side, noticing there were other steps for me to use.

As I turned around the corner, there, to my delight, was Hanuman!  My heart was full of love. There was Hanuman.  I chuckled and smiled, placing my hands over my heart as a sign of gratitude, devotion and love and bowed my head.

Yes, life is full of magic and mystery. It is marvelous.

With devotion and love,

Sara