Day 3 - Hatha in darkness. The sun kisses the treetops on the hillside as I watch my breath evaporate into the crispy air.
Sound vibration causing emotion. Words of love and truth stretch and pain the brain. Shadows of light cast upon the cold dark floor.
More cows.
New language. New friends. New thoughts.
The moon caresses the shivering hills and keeps them warm into the shivering night.
“And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
