Last night I got home from ten days at an ashram, aka "hippie camp," aka Sivananda Yoga Ranch, upstate in the Catskills. In short, it was the most personally illuminating period of my life, and the eight hours of meditation daily (two two-hour yoga sessions, two hours each in the morning and the evening of seated meditation/devotional chanting in sanskrit) might just have blown my mind. Everything feels... better. And looks better, too. On my way back, I strolled by a park and was like, "are those tulips glowing?" I'm sure I'll have more to say later about my usual enchanting escapades, although most of the highlights were internal rather than external. Except for that cute backpacker. Hahaha.
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