L. (a friend of boodiba btw, the world is small) had her birthday party (another party is following, smile) and I was invited at her house. The people of the commune were still in the kitchen, cutting all these ripe vegetables and fruits when I arrived. They conjured up a most delicius meal. Slowly more people arrived at the party from all parts of this world: Malaysia, Korea, Japan, Spain, England, Australia, Germany and of course from America. All had one in common, the passion for Ashtanga yoga.
At the end of the meal we even had a chocolate cake decorated with fresh fruit. L. blew out all the flames of the candles with only one breath. This was worth an applause.
I was the first guest and I left the party with the last guests. Often it is a bit awkward and artificial when people hug each other after a party. Not so here. We hugged each other when leaving and it was so cordial. Ashtangis are body people.
At about 11 p.m. I left the house. It was warm outside. I looked up, the sky was cloudy, but between these white clouds the full moon looked down to me. I could not resist a smile. Who else sees the moon right now? I thought. Who else thinks that life is beautiful.
I slept very well this night.