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being here now ~ April 3, 2002 - 7:49 p.m. so mount madonna is feeling like the best of all possible worlds right now. I am exactly where I need to be. I'm tired, my sleep schedule is still readjusting to getting up at 6:30 a.m. for yoga class. yes, I can do this... it's not that I can't get up early, I just generally don't unless I have a really good reason. yoga being a really good reason. it's such a fantastic way to start the day. I feel like I have so much to tell you about, but I'm also feeling so wiped out, it's a little overwhelming to try to describe it all. I think I'm kind of in a state of detox, body, mind and spirit. unhappiness is toxic, you know. so now I'm letting go, shifting gears. the mountain has been shrouded in a thick, white fog since we got here yesterday, so it feels like we're walking through some kind of otherwordly realm. I arrived here yesterday afternoon and poked my head into the office to find out if that was the place for me to check in. sobha, a beautiful white-haired woman was there, and she said "yes! come and look at this picture..." someone had e-mailed her a picture of his holiness the dalai lama, taken the last time he was teaching in this area. he's in a bow, his hands to his heart, and there is this radiance around him, this rainbow emanation that's incredibly beautiful and impossible to describe. there was a note from the photographer with the picture, saying that the radiance is a mystery, and appeared only in that photo, and not any of the other ones taken just before or after. beautful. it felt like such a welcome. the universe letting me know that yes, this is the place... I found my bed and fell into a deeply satisfying nap. the mattress is really good, firm foam, that supports your body. then I met my roommate, tatiana, who seems very cool. she climbed into her bed and we lay there, having a sleepy conversation until dinner time. she's also an aquarius, also easy-going and communicative, also been living out of a suitcase for a stretch of time. our room is comfy and filled with light, plenty of drawers and cabinets for our stuff. when the fog clears, we'll have a view of the whole valley out to the sea and monterey bay. it feels so good to be here. we started today with a yoga class, an hour of pranayama (breathing practice) and meditation, and an hour of asana, the physical postures that are what most people think of as "yoga". yoga is actually a philosophy and a way of life, with many components of which asana is only one. then we spent the rest of the day in orientation, learning about the community and the various areas in which we'll be working. we start our work schedules tomorrow. that's about as much as I have energy to describe, for now. I'll just say I feel good, I feel incredibly good. I'm exactly where I need to be.
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