My sister is visiting my parents from Florida and she sent me a picture she took today of a framed picture of me with my shaved head that she took them, sitting on their organ. She said she was going to take them the picture of me in front of the Taj Mahal because she thought it was the best picture I’ve ever taken. She said I looked at peace. I was really touched that she recognized it. I still can’t see any changes in myself, but others can. I have a whole post in my head about that and events that occurred in Varanasi, but it’s not quite cooked yet.
Anyway, I finally told my parents I shaved my head a few days ago and asked my sister to show them the photo gallery while she was there with her laptop. I had no idea she would frame the one of my shaved head! I didn’t want to traumatize them, I just wanted to poke them a little. The organ is prime real estate, I don’t think I’ve ever been on the organ before, so they must not be too traumatized. I should phone them to make sure.
I had a good yoga practice this morning that felt really good. It has occurred to me repeatedly this trip and I still maintain that yoga was invented here in India because one would be crippled after a week or two without it. The environment is harsh and demanding and my muscles and joints appreciate stretching out very much. I still haven’t started a regular practice of pranayama yet, but I did a wee bit today. It’s progress.
After my wild and zany evening with Swamiji, I phoned my mother to see how she was. She is shocked and baffled. She just doesn’t understand why I’d shave my head, no matter how many times and how many ways I explain it to her. She even sounded hurt. I don’t get her attachment to my hair. Actually, I realize it’s more than that to her. In her reality, things have MEANING and the meaning of me shaving my head is one that is very upsetting to her. I’m sure she’ll adjust to it, eventually. Or not. That’s her journey to take.
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