"...she found herself wrapping her body in scarves covered in Sanskrit. Silly mistake from a misunderstood girl"
Once Apon a time,
a naive hot yoga teacher
flew to India
with a suitcase filled with bra tops & leggings.
Unbeknownst to her
she was staying at an ashram
with very different social norms
from her Latin roots.
This newlywed quickly found out
that she was expected
to cover up
in order to fit in.
Her whole life
she was acknowledged
for her curvy body and quick mouth.
These two assets were sadly
how she identified in the world.
A sassy Latina
with a body that would burn you.
A sexy young woman
who would cut you with her tongue.
Days after her arrival,
she found herself
wrapping her body
in scarves covered in Sanskrit.
Silly mistake from
a misunderstood girl.
Uncomfortable and hot,
she walked to her first Satsung
with a teacher she followed
to the other side of the world.
There was no reason
for her being there.
It was simply a calling.
As she sat on the marble
ground of the temple,
she heard percussion
that sound all too familiar.
What is Kirtan?
Was it Parranda?
The rhythm was familiar.
In this foreign country.
Foreign clothing.
The sensation of love,
of life,
was still the same.
She closed her eyes and saw,
her family playing kitchen spoons
and tops of cookie tins.
She opened her eyes and saw,
people of all kinds & colors
bang on the floor
& their covered bodies.
A hand pulled her up
to jump in excitement.
To dance to the music.
She shook her hips
under the garnet and robes.
She was home.
“Wtf am I doing ?”
She thought as
she danced with the strangers.
“How could I be here &
home at the same time?”
It wasn’t until years later
she would know.
That home wasn’t place,
but a feeling.
A sacred sensation
in her heart.
🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
Love the girl
Peace & Love,
Nik
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