A view of Mysore from seven years ago

I seriously doubt I’ll ever get to Mysore. I’m sure, if I do, it will be a short, pass-through visit at most.

India holds many allures. But Mysore, after Guruji’s passing, doesn’t. The Guru is gone, and while there is a lineage being carried on there, for me, that lineage lives at least as much in Tim Miller, the other Confluence teachers and — thankfully for those of us in Los Angeles — Jörgen Christiansson.

That’s not to say I wouldn’t welcome the opportunity to halt life for a month or two and follow Guruji’s advice: “Practice, practice, practice.” And I get why doing that in Mysore calls to people.  (And it isn’t just because, once you get there, life becomes cheaper than, say, trying to spend a month living in Encinitas.)

I get it especially after reading back through the tales from Mysore by Jason, at Leaping Lanka. These are back in 2004, when he dropped everything and went from Encinitas and Tim’s shala to Mysore.

It’s pretty great stuff, if you have never come across it. (Ashtanga-Yoga-Gainsville reminded me of them.) This link will drop you right in the middle.

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Two Ashtangis write about their practice and their teachers.

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