I know this isn’t a word you would usually use in conjunction with sadhana, but this morning was obscene. I was so tired I could cry. It seems like all I ever do in my free time is sleep because I’m always so tired.
We started this morning (the second morning, the one that comes after sadhana) with sword shopping (if I’d known I’d need a sword for this camp I would have bought a nice one earlier, but whatever). My sword is filled with some strange black powder that falls all over everything whenever I move the hilt. It’s very strange. After the swords, we packed off quickly to Keshghar Sahib for the starting of the two akhand paths—one for this yatra and one on behalf of Khalsa Council. One of the readers was an old man with the most intense vibrato in his voice ever. It was awesome.
Later in the day we went to see Taraghar Sahib, the fort where Guru Gobind Singh’s soldiers meditated. It was really nice. We had langar with fantastic pakoras (again a view I would no longer hold in a week’s time), we chanted in one of the unfinished rooms, we did some kirtan, we climbed around. You know. That sort of thing.
After the fort we got in the bus (yet again) and drove five minutes to where five hundred of the Guru’s soldiers had lived and defended against the hill Rajas. It was so nice. It felt so familiar, like I already knew my way around. I touched the tree at the top of the hill and it just felt like touching it all over again.
And then we came back and I of course slept for eternity. When I woke up it was time for our official camp opening circle, which was honestly lame. I mean we had fun, but as a check in circle it was worth a pile of fermented beans. (We were split up into groups, my group being the “youth” group if that gives you any ideas). We finished the evening with a brownie session in the kitchen. Mmmmm. Brownies.
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