Friday morning

It’s early Fri. morning….  Annie’s still sleeping (almost 7am and Annie’s not up doing yoga….  i.e. – we’re not in Mysore any more!)

During our final day in Mysore, I gave a past life regression session (outside class hours), we had our final class, and then as Annie went to her final mediation in the evening, I sat with the rickshaw drivers and finished my bags of “Mysore” balloons (there weren’t many left) as we said “goodbye” and “hope to see you next year or whenever”.

After meditation we made a quick stop back at the clothing shop to say goodbye to Preetee, the shop owner Annie developed a close friendship with, as well as the waiters at the little Chat restaurant she visited each morning (and most evenings)… and I made a balloon for an older gentleman there – He said his grandson loved the punching ball balloon I made for him a week ago and wanted another before we left.    He blessed us as we said, “goodbye”.

Leaving Mysore was a bit sad…  we’ve been very happy there for the past month. and felt comfortable with our “routine”.  Annie had made friends with many of the yogi students and I had made friends with the rick shaw drivers, a kid who sells pineapples, and one young couple from Greece – Pro and Maria.  Pro (I never made it to the second two syllables of his first name) is a photographer and Maria is a dancer.   In our past life regression class we needed to give one reading to someone outside the class.  I worked with Maria.  The next day I worked with Pro.    Maria got into it with our any reservations (like Annie)….  Pro was more skeptical (more like me)…  but was open to try.   Whether or not  Annie and I continue offering these past life regressions when we return to the States (I figure we will)….  I’ll always be connected to this beautiful young couple.  

We debated about how to get to Auroville….  it would have taken 10 hrs of driving to get there from Mysore (we didn’t debate long) or 1 hr to fly most of the way (both would cost about the same….  flying would be a little less).  So we drove 4 hrs to Bengalore for the plane.  Waited 2-1/2 half hour for the plane to take off (it was delayed…  no surprise) and flew to Chennai.  The cab to our hotel was an adventure….  the driver didn’t know where he was going and I had the address of the hotel, but not the phone number.  It took about 45 minutes and we were going down side alleys that we barely fit thru as it was getting dark (the streets aren’t lit).

We arrived at the hotel – probably the nicest hotel we’ve been in since we left the States –  The Ocean is a block away and we walked the Ocean street last night…..  lots of people walking along that street.  It’s a bit like areas in the Jersey shore or Miami…. but much more primitive, with lots of plots of land that aren’t developed.   It’s nice to see and hear  the Ocean waves.

Today we’ll take a 3-hr drive down to Pundecherry, stopping by a reptile museum and artist colony along the way.  We’ll spent the next few days in either Pundecherry or in Auroville,,,,  a community built years ago which focused on bring together people of all races, religions, and parts of the world to live together in peace.  This place has been on Annie’s “radar” for a while.

Annie should be waking soon.  We’ll be seeing new sites and meeting people we haven’t known before in these new settings for the next few days and I only have a handful of balloons (that usually means a few hundred…  now it means maybe 25  plus a bunch of hearts).  I’ve been told before that I use balloons like Dumbo the elephant used his magic feather.   I’ll see if that’s true or whether I’ve lost my ability to fly?  However it’s just for a few days.  When we return to Delhi (on my birthday), my real birthday gift will be reuniting with the motherland of balloons we left there.  Picture a pig paying in mud – I’ll be in the same happiness.

Allynn