The first thing you notice is that nobody in their right mind should be driving up this road. It’s unpaved, winding, with big blind spots around boulder-laden curves. There are a few places where it’s a sheer drop-off on the edge of the road, with no guard-rail in site. Just some orange plastic warning nets put in place especially for the occasion.
The second thing you notice is the air. It’s clean. Squeaky clean. This little place in the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico was lauded as having the purest air in the United States. You want to drink it in, like the memory of older days, when air like this was everywhere. Back before all the polluting machines and overpopulation. When the wind was something you actually enjoyed the taste of.
The third thing you notice, after the junipers, and the sunglassed-guards at the gate who let you into the site, is the absolutely incredible view. You’re high up in the mountains looking across a valley at a distant, gorgeous range of OTHER mountains. Mountains facing mountains – purples, reds and golds in the distance. When the sun sets, there’s summer lightning darting through the clouds. How did I get here? How did I get so high?
The next thing you notice, the thing you notice all week, actually, and that lives on inside you after it’s over, is that you’ve landed in some metaphorical spiritual town. Like something out of a legend – where a magic village in the mountains only appears once every 500 years and all kinds of incredible, other-dimensional opportunities open up for a short, pre-determined period of time. Only this village actually exists. It comes out of nowhere every 12 months. And you’ve landed in the midst of 2000 other people who love yoga, who love to meditate, who are looking for a spiritual way to live. For a week, you camp together, and eat together, and do absolutely intense crazy yoga together. Crowds of people chanting before the sunrise - singing spiritual songs together. Clearing out the wounds of life.
You’re here. You’ve made it. You never knew a place like this existed, and you wonder if it will ever exist again. But for this moment, something special is happening. You can feel it. And everyone around you feels it, too.
You’ll notice a lot of other things, if you ever have a chance to come. Watch out for the cactus. Keep an eye out for the bald eagles circling above. And don’t forget to pack something white.
3HO. Summer Solstice Sadhana Celebration. At Ram Das Puri.
See you in the clouds…
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