I feel that I could stay in Rishikesh for a lifetime.
Rishikesh is the kind of India you want India to be a lot of the time. It’s a holy city filled with life, and it’s an easy, good life. It seems to sparkle and move, but move at a much slower pace than a lot of India.
I spend a lot of my time here in quiet. In solitude. Practicing yoga. Sweating. And feeling free.
+ Enjoy this lovely song, sent by a truly lovelyperson this morning:
“Are you real or something from wanderlust
Who can you can we trust my dear, sweet, flower
Who can you trust
From cradle to grave
From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust” – Fink, “Yesterday Was Hard on All of Us“
Today will be filled with waiting//showering (*I fear that I smell of hot curry and sweat more than ever before)//more yoga//itching a new collection of bug bites// packing up my life again.
[Photos: Day one, around the great Ganges river in Rishikesh//Grace Farson]
“in the west we have a tendency to be profit-oriented, where everything is measured according to the results and we get caught up in being more and more active to generate results. in the east — especially in india — i find that people are more content to just be, to just sit around under a banyan tree for half a day chatting to each other. we westerners would probably call that wasting time. but there is value to it. being with someone, listening wihtout a clock and without anticipation of results, teaches us about love. the success of love is in the loving — it is not in the result of loving. ”