Mist and Mantras

Every so often, the morning Satsang is replaced by a meditation walk — silent, reflective.

Today we walked from the ashram along the edge of the lake, keeping an eye out for the resident crocodiles, through a small village of traders, and into the wildlife park dam. There we sat in stillness, meditating in one of the most picturesque spots — misty and soft from recent rains and heavy humidity.

A few local dogs joined us, sitting quietly among the group before breaking into playful chases, hopeful for a tidbit we didn’t have to give. The atmosphere was peaceful, unhurried — serene.

After meditation, we chanted morning mantras to the gods, goddesses, gurus, and to Swami Sivananda, founder of the lineage. Chanting seems to do something profound to the brain — a vibration that steadies and clears the mind.

It was a welcome change from the daily rhythm of seated Satsang, and a chance to see the local surroundings in a more mindful way. Feeling hot, sweaty but refreshed, at peace and— ready for the day…I think!Read more