With my parents looking through some old photos, this one
emerged from the vaults. Wandering, broken open, in awe, some things never
change… circa autumn 1992, Manikaran, Northern India.
This yogi was so nurturing and kind to me. We were living
in the woods and he would always be awake before the sun, making chapati and
feeding me. I never saw him eat himself, though I was told he had a few
teaspoons of milk and rice each day (for the last 70+ years; no one had any
idea how old he was). No matter what was happening, he made sure the crazy
blue eyed white boy was fed and loved and held and cared for.
Every few days we would go to Khirganga to a meadow where
Shiva apparently meditated for 3000 years. At the end of the road were the most
amazing hot springs, where he guided me to rest in the pools of presence. For
him, we were in the abode of Shiva and his healing waters… we just rested there
together and remained astonished at it all, the whole display.
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