Christmas tree with cannon at Amratty Green, Coorg, India
Christmas is so gentle in India. It's charmingly reinterpreted and is neither a national holiday nor an obsession. As I practice yoga as usual Christmas eve and day, I will celebrate the sweet ordinariness of the day in gratitude.
So here we are at the Amritty Green Resort enjoying Solstice/new moon rest days and getting in touch with our classist roots! Monday is a new moon day and no yoga - so we took a trip to the lushly cool nearby Coorg area for two nights.
Aaaah India. The resort overlooks a golf course...with all the snootiness and rules of my parents' country club in California. The good news is Chuck is taking a lesson from the golf pro - a woman!! But he has to wear a collared shirt, etc. So he bought one and is working on meeting the other rules so he can refresh his ability to hit a little ball with a stick.
The lesson seemed like a fun thing to do...rather than whine about the oddity and feel of old India at this place. One odd factor is the mosque just above this property which broadcasts prayers at invasively high volumes 5 times a day.
Love and am amazed by India’s paradoxes. Its underlying class/caste base when augmented by British-bred snobbiness seems atavistic and a little ridiculous to me. On the other hand, what golf course in the – oh, so democratic USA - would allow the jolt of screaming Islamic prayers all day long and have a female (God forbid) golf pro?
And this too is yoga!
Merry Christmas! Happy Solstice! Sending to all love and wishes for joy and abundance.