Din 236: God knows what's up.

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We woke at the crack of 6 this morning to prepare for today's pilgrimage. I read my pages in The Power of Now for the day before getting ready and sleepwalking to the car.


We arrived at the Golden Temple in Amritsar around 11, and it took us a full 2 hours to slink through the sweaty, sandwich-like stampede for spirituality.


After we had finally bowed before the holy book, we grabbed some parshaad and ran!

We had lunch at Sonny Taiaji's house, and asked Jassi Masi and Montu to meet us there. These next few hours catching up with family were super fun and full of laughs. I was especially happy to meet my brother and fill him in on this crazy year!


As Dadi rested over a second cup of tea, I hopped in the car to visit Gurdial Singh Uncle and his family. This was truly a treat! Auntie has known Mama since her college days, and felt like she was meeting Ritu today rather than Ratna. They were thrilled that I came, and I am especially happy that I made the trip. I have promised to bring the family along next time!


We left Amritsar at 6, and I meditated in the car before coming home and barely resisting the temptation to crash. My will power is melting steadily -- I'm off!

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  1. AnonymousApril 25, 2012 at 6:52 AM

    Your pictures take me back to the Golden Temple in Amritsar. It seems like yesterday that we were there. I remember it so vividly. -Ian

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