
Already I am in love with the little
room I have in “The White House” at “The Mirage” where I am staying. A cozy, thoughtfully
designed space with plenty of alcoves for me to keep my books and other things,
a cute little dressing area adjoining the bathroom and a porch that is directly
accessible from my room where I can sit and meditate or read or pet “Sweetie”,
the Alsatian. Since the White house is a few steps away from the main house and
there aren’t too many people right now, I also have the main sitting area and
the little kitchenette all to myself - all of which I have thoroughly enjoyed,
even though it’s only been 40 hours since I have been here.
My solo trip to Khajjiar (which I have
written about separately), made me realize what a powerfully positive effect nature
and solitude has on me. The last 16 months of the Walk of Hope have been a
whirlwind of activity and some significant life changes. Almost everything is
different for me after this period – the way I see myself, what I want for the
future, my interests, my sources of security – almost everything, Now that the
walk is over I need to move forward and I just didn’t feel ready for that
without spending some time settling into these changes. In addition to all of
this – while my body has gained in strength significantly, it’s also been a bit
battered with irregular eating and periods of extreme activity interspersed
with no activity and off late some of my regular test results weren’t great.
All put together therefore, I wanted to go into retreat and in a very roundabout
way, guided and aided by the Universe and my Guardian Angels settled on coming
to Andretta and staying at The Mirage for three weeks.
The day I flew out of Delhi in the tiny
(relatively) Spicejet aircraft to Gaggal airport my head was buzzing with
questions and my heart burdened with trepidation. Why am I doing this trip I
asked myself – is this just another escape and if it is where will this end,
when will I get back to being productive? Will I really be able to settle into
the routine I want for myself and even if I do it for 21 days will it have a
lasting effect when I get back or will I slip into old ways and this will have
been a futile exercise. I am spending so much money, when there is no inflow –
will it be worth it or am I going to regret it. My mind and heart were full
with all these and more when I reached my destination and all the while I was settling
in.
I was lucky however to spend the
evening with Dennis – the owner of the homestay who very kindly

shared his wine
and his stories with me and some of the things he said brought a settling down.
I am in awe of people like Dennis, like Hanut (owner of the homestay in
Khajjiar); people who have chosen this life despite all other opportunities
available to them. They only speak about how wonderful this life is and they don’t
talk about the choices they have left behind to settle into this way of living.
They speak about how life led them here without them having to do much but I
know from experience that choosing a different way of life comes with its
struggles. The joy of that life is worth all of the struggle and which is why
they probably don’t speak about the challenges but there is definitely an
effort that has gone in to choose and maintain this life. I hear that struggle
when they speak about electricity or staff or provisions or medical care or
corrupt tourism officials – all taken in stride. I think their courage to
choose a live they love is inspiring and I see a kindness in them when
interacting with their environment, a kindness that I think stems from the
freedom they feel inside and therefore the freedom they allow outside.
And thus ended my first day in Andretta
– a little pensive, a little anxious and full of questions but more settled in
the choice of being here. One of the other highlights was introducing Dennis to
the concept of sprouting daal – he was very excited to find out that those
little dead things (as he called them) could actually come to life. While I
only wanted to sprout the usual moong daal he took every daal out of his pantry
and insisted we soak all the whole daals with the potential to sprout! A good
choice since the sprout breakfast we had today was delicious with varied
flavors.

In the evening I went for another walk
checking out Shobha Singh’s art gallery – I loved his portraits – so lifelike
and beautiful. His studio was a delight to see – full of light, so colorful and
full of character. I also visited Norah Jones’ home – she was the one who
brought Andretta on the map and her home while quaint was a mystery to me – I could
not figure what room could have been used for what and since it was bare I had
no help figuring that out either. Last I went to the Andretta Pottery studio
which was alive with activity and laughter from the potters both amateur and
professional – young men and women both from India and abroad – working and
creating together. Strangely enough while the gate of the Mirage and Andretta
pottery are in front of each other I still managed to wander off in the wrong
direction and had to retrace my steps. I surprised myself by walking 9
kilometers over the two hour walks – something I am used to with the Walk but
did not expect to do.
It was interesting for me to observe my
reaction to this situation though – my body is very quick to indicate stress in
my system and yesterday my shoulders were stiff and heavy. Having done a few
sessions of intuitive stretching with the amazing Usha Chengappa I now know
that my shoulders contain my need for control. Evidently the uncertainly and
the newness of the place activated my resistance to that change. I do have
moments of uncertainty - will I be able to find and follow the nature walks I
want to do, where should I plan my trips to and when, what will I do there
alone, am going to be eating in cafes alone – what responses will I get etc.
These seem so random and silly yet are bringing up a sense of insecurity within
me. An insecurity that is easily dissolved the moment I get out and do things
like the walk and exploration yesterday evening – yet it is interesting to
observe this perhaps natural fear of the undiscovered.
I enjoy my time alone – coloring,
walking, reading, meditating, just looking at nature. And yet, I have been
maintaining a daily journal I update on Facebook and have messaged updates or
spoken to a couple of friends. Does that really count as being alone? Or does
this connection to social media and a few people fill the void adequately for
me to do the rest in solitude? I have turned off all social media today to see
whether I still enjoy my alone time and I must admit I have already succumbed
to the temptation of checking things out ;) Honestly this may be normal – I am
quite happy in my space and while I am in touch I am not necessarily craving
that contact. It’s a pleasant distraction in between writing and reading as off
now. Perhaps it’s OK? I will continue to observe and I do intend to spend a few
days soon in complete solitude and silence with all devices off!
