25 Mag FROM RISHIKESH
Posted at 11:11h
in Riflessioni
Early morning. The sacred Ganga, honey colored as it reflects the early light of the still to rise sun just behind the mountain, flows steadily and softly by.
The unrelenting sing-song voice of a devotee, accompaning himself on a harmonium, plays his morning songs to the waking day.
There is a deep silence which welcomes other early morning heralds: bells are chimed, a horn honks, dogs bark, the sound of a drum blends with the crackling and chirping of birds; the notes of a flute waft in on the wind. These Indian voices all fit into a harmony which is unfamiliar to the ears of a foreigner.
An expanded peacefulness and reassurance in these timeless ancient routines, capture the heart and nourish it.
In gratitude,
Elizabeth