Tiruvannamalai, India

India has taken me into her arms, soothed me with her soft smile and beguiled me with her inner beauty.  India has become the beloved.
The call to wake up to the I AM is as precious today as it has always been.  Ah Hum - the 'I', the 'Who Am I', the direct path to Self, consciousness, existence.  What else is there?  India is so richly steeped in the heart.  India IS the HEART.  & i find myself taken closer into the heart via enquiry.  Towards the only question worth asking.  Namely, 'Who Am I?'  Who is the' i', who in my waking state, decides every moment of my life?  Who is the infinite 'I' behind the 'i' where bliss and love pervade all ?
Ramana Maharshi, Arunachala Hill and Tiruvannamalai have opened their doors to me.  They have feasted, sung, prayed and walked with me.  A perfect host, heralding the local cows, calves, the barking street dogs, the children, bicycles, scooters, tuk tuks, fruit stalls and temples.  
Yoga here in India means so much more than postures of the body.  The path to liberation/jivamukti is YOGA.  Yoga is a conscious way of life.  A yogi is in search of the Grace of God via all he offers and works for. Additionally, the daily meeting with Diane Long here has stripped my asana practice back to basics.  Back to the beginning, to the not knowing.
I choose Yoga and give gratitude and heartfelt thanks to India for anchoring the teachings within.