They were sitting there, early morning, all together. Eyes closed, heads covered, repeating words almost in whispers that I barely understood. The energy was amazing. I could feel strength, the strength of those who know a higher force is guiding them. I felt peace, the peace of those who trust. I felt belonging as everyone was welcomed.
They were all passing their beads as they kept on whispering these words in a state of trance that amazed me and me made jealous. Among them, there was this beautiful lady. She emanated wisdom, strength, fire, and, at the same time, tenderness and care. It was impossible not to notice her power. She made me feel safe, and at home.
They kept on going for an hour, I would say. Finally, the closing phrases, and then all left to work with their hearts filled with love and connection.
I will never forget this. I loved to be with my grandmother when she sat with her Christian praying group in the mornings back in her house in Caracas, Venezuela.
This is what I learned from my travel to Amritsar. It is all the same. We are all the same. We are all looking for devotion. We all seek a loving life where each of our steps and all our decisions are part of something greater than ourselves. We are all looking for a place to kneel, lower our heads and share this journey with each other, and with God, or whatever name you prefer to call it. We search for a guiding line, a lighthouse, that helps us lead our lives.
We can do this now. Anywhere. Anytime. Because, as a dear friend said, each one of us is a Golden Temple.
Now more than ever I am in love and committed to what I do as yoga has become the first drop that quenches the thirst of a society craving to reconnect with devotion.
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With love and respect.