Day 12 - The morning breeze was cool on my neck and my toes curled up tightly as they hit the cold, clean, ceramic tile beneath them. 5:05 AM. A quick hot shower to wake up the body. But, oh no! The pipe has run dry and only a few drops fall towards the ground. Just enough to splash the face.
Bundle up and head into the dark corridor outside my room, and I scurry down two flights of stairs to the kitchen. The school is silent and still. Dump a packet of instant coffee into the clay cup and hope for hot water out of the water purifier. Yes! There is some left! Benefits to being the first one up.
Bang! Bang! Bang! On the big front door. Oooh! Guru G is here early. Open up and let him in. His face wrapped with scarfs as the wind cuts his face in the cool morning air as he cruises on his motor bike to our school.
Up 6 flights of beautiful marble stairs to the rooftop'- I go quickly, trying not to spill my coffee. I reach the roof and the aggressive wind is flapping the doors and slamming them back and forth. The laundry has been tossed everywhere. I see a light is on in the small classroom to my left and the door cracked a wee bit. But only one students sandles sit outsude the door. And in I go, wrapped in scarves, gloves, slippers with my yoga mat and bag of books slung over my shoulder.
Mat down, blocks, bolsters, straps, blankets, cushions, books, pens, surround my mat. I sip my coffee enjoying every taste while the other late commers rush in. Class begins.
As the sun rises over the mountains, we face the light together and chant “ Om “ and give thanks to the universe and ourselves before moving into the lesson. Hatha.
