Ashes like snow

Fitting my long duffle bag under the stroller in the back of Adarsh and Heleen’s car, we head off to Monterey Tuesday Morning. After a must stop at Acme coffee, a “bikers” coffee shop in seaside, we head to the beach. “its the best coffee” tells me Adarsh he veggie Yoga teacher. Real good coffee, roasted on the spot drip or tap.

I watch Adarsh hold his son Evan, both their blue eyes merge with the ocean, while hearing beautiful Heleen talking about how good her life is, a real appreciation for the little things.
They drop me off at Costco where I join Philip for the town run. It’s my first visit to a Costco, the super size discount store. I drive the super-size shopping cart while Philip shows his membership card.
We load up booze, as tonight at Esalen there will be the decompression party. I chose a good night to return. A couple more stops on the way and we head towards Carmel to pick up fresh pasta. “I’ll meet you back here in 10 minutes” I tell Phillip as I run to The American art gallery, where my art is being shown these days. Alik is behind his desk, and a large 5x7foot canvas with my projection work on it lives on his wall beside him. Alik has more than 50 of my pieces so wish both of us good luck!

Hopping back on to the rented yellow van, Phillip and I head back to Esalen. At first I find myself wondering where was the fire. All looks good. Then, as we head further south, Philip points out where over 1000 firemen were camping. A bit further is the camp where the convict camp was, 500 Prisoners that came to fight the fires.

As we keep going south through this still very beautiful land, we start seeing spots where the fire hit. “ Some of the hills coming up look like covered with snow. The ashes create this layer of white with only burned trees sticking up from it.” Tells me Philip. Some white mountains appear in front of us, having their own unique beauty. Closer to the road mostly trees are still standing green. Patches of fire burnt bush appears, but beautiful trees still stand strong.
The ocean and the land are as beautiful as ever. I assume that behind the hills I see there are endless areas that are much more burnt. Near the road, where there are residents and properties, the area was well defended. Still 30 homes served as food for the hungry fire.

In most cases the fire came down the mountains towards the ocean. The fire rolls down much slower than it climbs (as heat rises), so even when fires were heading down towards Esalen or other properties it was easier to stop them

We are stopped for some minutes on the road as workers are preparing big fences to roll over the hills. The fire ate the shrub, and now nothing is holding the rocks and earth from sliding down to the road. Seems like the road might be closed again once the rains falls as for the landslide. Closer to Esalen I see the water lines leading to the water tanks, That was the big Esalen battle, where the fire had to lower its face with respect to the efforts of those working so hard to defend it.

Entering Esalen grounds my feelings are mixed with fear and excitement. I go straight to the kitchen and help unload the truck.
Walking around the grounds I see a leaf covered with ash. The garden is beautiful and the farm producing like never before. The trees beautiful, the ocean reflecting silver, the grass is till green, even though it is not of the neighbors.

Uncovering the motorcycle cover, a thin coat of ash is like a sheath to the bike. A smell that reminds me of the end of a long night around the bonfire fills me up with good memories.

On the door to my room there is a posted sign: “ Caution, rat traps around the room. 5 five”
I walk in with caution finding very little ash and lots of mouse poop. Pulling up my sleeves I get to work, some deep cleaning ahead before dinner.

After Dinner the party up at Fritz is already happening. The view to the ocean is as gorgeous as ever. A real nice bar is set at the entrance, with Matt the kitchen manager behind it, rocking like any superstar bartender in the meatpacking district of New York.

Never thought I’d be dancing till late on my first day of arrival, but I sure was shaking and grooving.
At 6:45am today I was already hitching a rde with Sheila the chef, on our way to prepare breakfast and lunch.

Now, after a long soak in the tubs, Its time to take back to my room some of the things that were moved from there when we were evacuated.

Esalen, beautiful as ever, intimate with no workshops happening till Friday, familiar yet I am still adjusting back.
What an amazing place, a community that sticks for each other, a place that cares, a land that filled with beauty and love.

Blessings to Boulder and Welcome to the Bay area

The Harmonium filled the air with tunes accompanying Richards beautiful chant in Sanskrit.
We were brought back to life with the sound s of a singing bowl, deep, smooth and vibrating. Slowly coming out Savasana (the corpse pose, or final relaxation) we sat up, and stayed still for a moment, then, bowing with gratitude, to the teacher, fellow practitioners, to us for showing up, and to all beings.

The class seems to float out of the room. I look into friend’s eyes and realize, this is one of those moments where the whole class experienced something beyond words. A glow, a softness, seems like everyone was on drugs, a kind of joy that makes one want to smile for no reason, to do nothing and just appreciate the moment.

The following day, we met in the park to celebrate the end of the teacher’s intensive.
40 beautiful people from around the world, a moment ago strangers, now feeling a sweet connection, a knowing, a shared experience. Richard and Mary, our teachers for the month are now standing together, with two sweet smiles they have set a beautiful example.
Richard Freeman is a long time student of Yoga, a long time teacher, a dedicated practitioner, an amazing chanter, a source of inspiration and beautiful example of a true teacher.
Mary the compassionate bodhisattva, the one that ran the show behind the scene, the mother of us all, the care taker and the teacher, humble and shining, was there as the complimentary piece to Richard.
Beyond them as teachers it is an inspiration to see them as a couple. Like Fi said (more or less) “makes me want to grow old with someone”.

Apart from the Yoga, meditation and philosophy this past month was more than anything a month of gratitude towards people. Sharing the house with Fiona, Tony, Ross, and Marcus, with whom I’ve shared the same room, was such a unique experience. Each person filled with an amazing life story, many in transition (lots of ex high tech in the air), generous beings that are truly open to see what else is out there.
The evening walks to get food, the endless exploration of a pose and its alignment, philosophical discussions, traditionalism, food, nutrition, music, Californication (the TV series) nights, Fi’s famous south walnut Banana bread…

Boulder itself, the beautiful town that shared with me it’s running waters everywhere, its green, the nice little homes and the quaint city center has become a real home for this time.
Instead of skyscrapers as a backdrop, the mountains surrounding it let huge rock formations reach up in a beautiful carving. The parks, the outdoorsy feel, the bronze sculptures around town, the small rock gardens for children to play, fountains and live music on the promenade, lively bars next door to family restaurant, healthy café’s next to the Prana shop or Billabong, make the unique setting for this pretty homogenous town.
A mostly white town surrounded by cowboy country out side.

Denise the performer, the contortionist, the heart Yoga teacher, a dear friend (which one are you Denise?) drove me to the nice Denver airport, where after a coffee (for nostalgic NY reasons), I departed on my return flight to San Jose where Kelly picked me up. There is nothing like a loving familiar face when coming out of the airport. We drove to downtown Palo Alto and entered the fabulous Stanford theatre (showing movies since 1925), watched The Animal Crackers with the Marx Brothers from 1930, ate old-fashioned popcorn, and laughed out loud.
I shall be staying at Gil and Debbie’s place for a few days till the calming news about the Big Sur fire arrives. Seems like it's getting closer to closure.
So sweet to have family around, makes all the difference in the world.