Coming Home

I am closing the door on my room at Shri Jasnath Asan one last time and heading out for a drive to the Jodhpur airport, then a flight to Delhi, then Dubai, then Los Angeles, and then southern Nevada. I will be opening my door in Henderson about 40 hours later after I leave here.
 
It’s not often you get a chance to really immerse yourself in a different culture and way of being.  It’s not the same as a a few weeks in Africa or Argentina skimming lightly across the landscape and over the culture as a tourist and not a participant. Here I was a part of this place for a time. Everyone was kind and considerate and let me find my way along my steep learning curve.

To each and every one of you at Shri Jasnath thank you for an amazing experience. You have changed my life. The Jasnathi are on the right path, but then I guess you know that. You have been here for 500 years. You can bet as I leave the main gate today I will look at the shallow alcove next to the fortress gates where Dungarbaba always sits. Time worn, smoothed and polished by 500 years of priests and visitors, the step reminds me of the long flow of time that stretches long and thin across our collective memories.  We all experience such a little fraction of it, and each of us experiences it in their own way. What we do, here and now, determines the future. Jane Goodall once said “You cannot get through a single day without having an impact on the world around you. What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.” I have learned much here about choosing wisely and compassionately.

This sojourn in Rajasthan at Shri Jasnath Asan has made my world smaller, my thinking broader, and my heart bigger. I will forever be grateful.
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 Namaste