http://www.ourtruetales.com/2007/01/11/tales-from-the-orchard-by-gurutej-kaur/ On the Spiritual Path... Memoirs and Writings Tue, 06 Jan 2009 12:46:25 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2007/01/11/tales-from-the-orchard-by-gurutej-kaur/#comment-467 Ganga Fri, 20 Apr 2007 14:18:08 +0000 http://www.ourtruetales.com/2007/01/11/tales-from-the-orchard-by-gurutej-kaur/#comment-467 Hi Gurutej, Oh my! I remember this and I remember that it was way, way too disciplined for me. I'm afraid I was one of those ladies who if not shopping and lunching in Santa Fe, was looking for a pool of water to swim in. I got out of the military exercises as often as possible by whatever means possible short of childbearing. My only military experience was of that one long "Grace of God" march we did from KWTC camp, through Espanola, out to the highway turnoff to our land and back. It took the whole afternoon, in the heat of course, and I remember calling out the cadence and feeling surges of energy flowing through me and out to the women around me. We were all melting and much like the Tantric lines had to reach deep for our own cherdi kala. At a certain point I went through the wall and into that boundless, endorphinated altered state where one feels so vast and expansive, where vision is common sight. An altogether fabulous experience for growth and personal excellence. There were countless ladders to that realm, that is what the early days were all about, and YogiJi provided a cornucopia of opportunity. Even in those days I remember I used to say that I was so grateful to be spending my youth in such worthwhile pursuits. For I was young enough, hungry enough, focused enough and dedicated enough to pull the full measure. How could I be anything less than totally grateful? I was and I am. Amazing times, amazing teacher, amazing family. Love to all, Peace to all, Light to all, Ganga Hi Gurutej,
Oh my! I remember this and I remember that it was way, way too disciplined for me. I’m afraid I was one of those ladies who if not shopping and lunching in Santa Fe, was looking for a pool of water to swim in. I got out of the military exercises as often as possible by whatever means possible short of childbearing. My only military experience was of that one long “Grace of God” march we did from KWTC camp, through Espanola, out to the highway turnoff to our land and back. It took the whole afternoon, in the heat of course, and I remember calling out the cadence and feeling surges of energy flowing through me and out to the women around me. We were all melting and much like the Tantric lines had to reach deep for our own cherdi kala. At a certain point I went through the wall and into that boundless, endorphinated altered state where one feels so vast and expansive, where vision is common sight. An altogether fabulous experience for growth and personal excellence. There were countless ladders to that realm, that is what the early days were all about, and YogiJi provided a cornucopia of opportunity. Even in those days I remember I used to say that I was so grateful to be spending my youth in such worthwhile pursuits. For I was young enough, hungry enough, focused enough and dedicated enough to pull the full measure. How could I be anything less than totally grateful? I was and I am. Amazing times, amazing teacher, amazing family.
Love to all, Peace to all, Light to all,
Ganga

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