“If you have to pick one person that has been your greatest teacher on your path, who would it be?” he asked me. I liked his question. But who to name? To pick only one? Impossible. Everyone and everything is my greatest teacher. But today while I bid the regular good-bye to my dear four-legged friends, I feel to answer, out of love: The black … Continue reading The Black Dog
Besides Dubai I have not witnessed a town that grows, expands and booms as much as Rishikesh. Every empty plot of land gets bought and build on, either with a new Yoga School or a GuestHouse. And yet it can’t keep up with the immense influx of tourists and pilgrims. Varying with the season visitors with all skin colors stream in, some with tractors filled … Continue reading We Love Rishikesh
“Hello. Are you lost?” he asks. I look to my right into a small dirt path of the forest and see an old almost naked man with only a small blue towel wrapped around his hips. He walks barefoot towards us. His dog, which is a few steps ahead, gives me a brief sniff and not much interested keeps walking. The old man stops infront … Continue reading Hello. Are you lost?
“Did you notice that you always have a slightly negative outlook towards everything?” I say. “Yes. I do. And did you notice that you always paint everything under a happiness layer?” my friend replies. I smile about both of us fools while I go back in time when I enter the secretary office of an ashram with the request to join. “It is fine. You … Continue reading Everything is!
An Aum sign on a tree as a seeming signpost leads us to an ancient cave in thick Himalayan forest on 3,400 meters altitude. We almost have to kneel down to make our way through the tiny cave entrance. It is very dark inside and once our eyes adjust to the darkness we recognize a Baba sitting in the corner. Heavy smog hangs in the … Continue reading Sita Ram Sita Ram
“This place has changed a lot”, the Pandit says. “Nowadays only a few great Saints remain in this region. One of them is Mataji from South India.” I am sitting in a tiny teashop next to the main temple of a small village in the deep Himalayan mountains. It is the only shop that is open at this time. I woke up at 4am and … Continue reading Drunk with God. Drunk with Love.
Narrative about my walk of 3,118 km along the river Narmada in India. In the horizon we see a small figure next to a hut waving at us. “Let’s keep walking.” I say to Sachin and Sajesh. “Please. We literally just stopped for a tea. We do not need to agree on each tea invite we get.” I plead to them. During this Parikrama my entire … Continue reading Narmade Har Bhagavan – Part 3
Single Indian women walk the Narmada Parikrama too; some even barefoot or with their few months old baby. When I was crossing the woman seen in the picture, I could not believe my eyes. I was just about to exit Shoolpani area, when I see her sitting on the road, holding her baby in the arms and hiding from the burning sun in the shadow … Continue reading If you are a woman reading my blog…
Narrative about my walk of 3,118 km along the river Narmada in India. Upon leaving my apartment in the Himalayas and returning the key to the landlord, he asked in puzzlement “Why are you walking? Why spend many months of your life on this?” I had no answer. For the past few years I lived next to Ganga in the Himalayas. Being there, being with Ganga … Continue reading Narmade Har Bhagavan – Part 2
Narrative about my walk of 3,118 km along the river Narmada in India. Countless times during the past 108 days I visualized the day I will walk into Amarkantak, which would mark the final day of my Narmada Parikrama by walk. I visualized the familiar main street of Amarkantak, my favorite teashop on the way and my final steps into the Mandir. I visualized it so … Continue reading Narmade Har Bhagavan – Part 1
