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The fire of Ashtanga...

and more study and reflection...

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Teacher training has been going well. It makes the days long though- I'm now doing the 5.30 am practice as the shala has suddenly got very busy and so theres 3 classes in the mornings. 5.30 is a magical time to practice and as I'm an early riser anyway its fine. So I finish about 7 then start the course around 11.30 until 4-4.30ish. Its kind of nice having some work to do. We've covered a lot. We were talking about Ashtanga for women the other day- a particular interest of mine as there's a very fine line to tread with this practice. Approach it correctly, gently and with reverence and you glow and benefit from it, you will rest in serenity and there's softness and peace despite the very physically strong aspect of it. Approach it wrong and you end up a dried out neurotic old raisin faced hag, ageing prematurely, and nerves jangling as if you're permanently on espresso. There are some really negative effects that come from Ashtanga asana addiction. I know because I've suffered from them, dysmenorrhea, really dry skin, losing too much weight, general feelings of anger and difficult to be around... Ajay was saying that when you get your period, rest for 3 days and let your body do its thing. The world won't end if you don't practice. In fact his words were something along the lines of 'meditate on your cycle and eat much chocolate'! Same with pregnancy- different people can practice to different levels but you should not push yourself. There is a fear with female Ashtangis who have given birth that they will 'get behind' or some such thing.... But this is kind of a test of non-attachment too....

One of the problems in Ashtanga, and not many people will admit to this so I will, is that the physical effects are so pleasurable that its easy to get into an obsessive mind state about it. You get very strong. You develop these beautiful toned shoulders, your thighs look longer, also without wanting to be crass women develop the ability to make a chopstick feel like a salami (!) and you feel taller. Who wouldn't like that? Unfortunately that attracts people with anorectic tendencies too. I remember seeing a couple of women in Gokulam last year who can't have been over 5 stone practicing and it wasn't pretty. It was like watching concentration camp victims contort themselves. And so you get a lot of people who practice religiously because they get so into working on the body. And its the antithesis of Yoga as it is total attachment. Ashtanga will bring you balance if you let it. If you are too thin you will even out. If you are too big the excess will reduce naturally over time. As your body doesn't want to be too thin or too fat. You have to check in with it and listen to it. Anyway, Ajay was saying that a good way of keeping periods regular- as excess heat and fire can disrupt them, is too wait 30-40 minutes and then drink coconut water after a practice as this will cool you down. Sitali breathing was also suggested to me and thats a good idea too. As is avoiding too much coffee as this just pours lighter fuel on the fire... Do you want your fire to be a cleansing one, or a manky roadside one composed of reeky old tyres???

We've also started working on the physical adjustments too which I'm loving. I've learned so much in the past week. We also have an hour of Sutra study and chanting. I finished reading 'Tantric Yoga and the Wisdom Goddesses' by David Frawley and have started on 'Yoga and the Sacred Fire' which is wicked. I love the way he writes, and the way he looks at all cultures when expounding on Yoga. He writes about the subtle counterparts to the doshas- prana, tejas and ojas, and about how we must figure out where we are energetically and what we need to build up in order to create a strong foundation for our practice. He says that if we are not adequately prepared then raising the Kundalini is like putting a thousand watts into a hundred watt light bulb... You would explode or go loopy. Happily I'm feeling a lot more balanced than last year and my body's functioning ok. I need to work on developing ojas- that is basically coolness, stillness, groundedness... A bit of kapha really. I find ashwagandha and honey helps, as does drinking lots of milk. If I had 2 glasses of wine it would kill ojas, but interestingly a very small cup of cold beer seems to help. Its all trial and error for the individual. And constantly bringing myself back into the present moment. Anyway it can take several lifetimes to raise the kundalini.... Still, its good to have a goal...

I bought a poster of Kali in the market yesterday- see above- and I have been meditating on her. It came to me that if you are still in a state where you desire things for yourself then you should give her a wide berth. Theres a reason why her garland is made up of heads who all have their eyes closed...She doesn't suffer fools. In the Hollywood of deities she's an 'A' lister. If you want her to make a personal appearance her fee is high. And if you ask her to do something for you, then she'd be delighted- and will throw in a few extra free gifts so you may learn about non-attachment... It came to me that rather than ask her for anything you should find that part of yourself which is her. And do your own work.... There's so much to be learned from a 50 rupee poster!

Other than all the study life in Laksmipuram is pretty sweet. I've been eating my breakfast and dinner in Mahesh Prasad nearly every night and can now navigate round the menu. They do great stuff, like dumplings in sambar, vermicelli veg nood les, deep fried paneer that tastes like KFC and is scrumptious and gorgeus rotis. I also go swimming at the Regaalis a couple of times a week and get a little sun too. I had a leg wax and pedicure at the Big Bazaar the other day - leg waxing is so cheap here my legs are immaculate! After a long week of study I went to the shops yesterday and bought 2 salwar kameezes- one a North Indian style full skirted embroidered one in turquoise cotton with rust pink pants and the other a blue embroidered silk half sleeve one which is so beautiful, almost like a 60's shift. I love wearing Indian clothes, They are so unashamedly pretty and feminine, and you can add toe rings and as much black kohl eyeliner as you like...Perfection... So I'll get dressed up later..

Claire and I are having a party on the roof this evening. As its a new moon tomorrow we have no practice so we can have people round late. I bought shedloads of snacks for it and also some beers. As most people in Mysore don't drink, alcohol is hard to come by. I had to go to the 'Wine Shop'. My God but it's seedy. People stand around drinking cheap rum out of plastic cups. They practically give you a brown paper bag to cover your bottle in and swig out of. Its a place of tragedy, hopelessness and broken dreams. No friendly Oddbins staff to discuss grape variety with here. In fact I don't think they even do sell wine. Its more like the Indian equivalent of 'White Lightening'.... Anyway I got 4 small cans of Kingfisher and some lemonade to make shandy...

It'll be nice to socialize after backbending :)

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Teacher Training

and Tantric philosophy....

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I started the teacher training course with Ajay on Tuesday this week. It is not a full-on course to teach all aspects of Ashtanga as it is only one month. It is a very neat introduction and application of the adjustments that can be used when teaching a Mysore style Primary Series class. Technically we are learning 'Ashtanga Vinyasa'. This week Ajay wanted to go through the basics of Yoga philosophy for those who were newer to it. As well as that we covered Sanskrit counting and we have been practicing a lot of relevant chants and Ajay really takes the time to go through them all and explain why these are so important. Theres ten of us and we sit in a circle and we've had some great discussions. Its such a big, huge massive subject but Ajay is very articulate and organized and went through the eight limbs succinctly- but in considerable depth if that makes sense. One thing that really stands out to me is the importance of small actions. We were having this long talk relating to karma, and the 'butterfly effect' in a sense. The importance of showering before and after practice for example. The importance of intention.

When it comes to karmic issues I get a little overwhelmed. Maybe its my Gemini moon but I can see cases for so many ways of looking at it. If you get obsessed with it as a Westerner there's a very real danger of developing a Catholic guilt mentality- feeling like you are constantly walking through a minefield. Its not about value judgements- this is the subtle difference. Its not about good or evil as such, but simply about consequence. And intention. Intention. Theres a case for vegetarianism. But people who are vegetarian are generally OK with milk and cheese. So is it less cruel to keep a cow in a battery, standing in its own shit, constantly hormonal and pumped full of antibiotics as its so full of disease than just killing a calf for food? You can pull anything apart if you look at it in a utilitarian way, but the act of vegetarianism for most, of avoiding meat, is a symbol of ahimsa.

I can't help but think that a lot of dietary guidelines to do with religion often come from a practical, rather than a spiritual base. Like Jews following kosher- a way of avoiding food poisoning in the desert but really, does God really care if you have cream pepper sauce with your steak two thousand years on? Anyway, I digress. Sometimes people can get obsessed with the finer details of things and lose sight of what they're actually trying to do... We spent a long time om the Yamas and Niyamas- the ten commandments of Yoga. They relate to how you conduct yourself in the world and are the bais of all physical practice. In the Tree of Yoga Iyengar emphasizes that the very very first step in the entire practice of Yoga is 'ahimsa'- non harming. This can be interpreted in so many ways but to me it means that you start your Yoga practice by looking at your relationships and doing the very best you can to not be obnoxious and hurt people. Because theres a million ways to hurt people. And that comes way before headstand.

Also the Yamas and Niyamas , when mindfully observed will create new neural pathways and the oppurtunity to change. Start by making small changes and all will follow. You can't expect miracles straight away. But you can exercise patience. You can apply yourself to something.

I'm very happy to be doing the course- we are going to be starting the adjustment techniques next week, as well as Yoga Sutra lessons. My practice was held up this week by a really sore neck, I don't know how I did it, my necks usually pretty good. So I had Monday and Tuesday off and have been taking it gently and proceeding with great caution in backbending... Theres some new people who have just come to do the course, a bunch of girls from Thailand who have studied with Ajay before, a beautiful Parisian dancer, Beri, Anna from Australia. Its a nice mix of people.

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Its been raining quite a bit here and the weather is finally cooling down too. Its nice being able to wear jeans without melting. Claire has been telling me about the joy of the local beauty parlours- you can get a full leg wax here for 190 Rupees!!! Excellent. As my energy levels are good again I've been getting out a bit more. The other night Dorothea and Beri cooked French crepes for dinner and a bunch of us sat around eating them by candlelight. Then last night we went to the Green Hotel for dinner- its a local place that is one of the old palaces, built for Princesses. It is so beautiful. So atmospheric, all whitewashed walls and massive shutters and gardens. It is run by a company that give all the profits to charity and it is gorgeus. We had some really good food, I had Palak Paneer (spinach and cheese) as I am obsessed by it this week, and veg pulao. And we were there quite late, entertained by Dorothea- she's had more sexual harassment here than any of us! From, like, ten year olds on bicycles!!!! You can also get wine at Greens but I'm back on the wagon, Ajay asked us to pay attention to out health while we wer doing the course. So I'm drinking fresh lemon sodas only. I have no plans to quit coffee anytime soon though, I thought about it, but no... Though I have stopped buying Indian ghee sweets every single day!!!

I've nearly finished my Frawley book on Tantra Yoga. Its so excellent- he explains the whole Samkhya system- the root philosophy of Tantra- very succinctly. The doshas of Ayurveda originate here and he goes through all the different types of energies and pranas that the system of Yoga uses as a system of classification. Through the study and understanding of these it becomes easier to understand the logic of asana-posture- and what we are trying to do through our physical practice. And asana translates as 'seat' and thats all physical practice is- its not the Yoga. Its one step to take, one thing to go through, to overcome. It seems the more I read the less I know, and the more I realize that I haven't really started to practice Yoga yet. I'm still jumping around the foothills with a map, asking anyone who looks like they might know the way for directions...

Beats mortgage advising though...;)

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Searching for Yantras......

and yearning for Tantra......

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Its been hot hot hot here... Electricity has been a little erratic so I've got into the habit of carrying a torch around and having Cooks matches and candles on every surface of the flat. I've got used to it actually, I plucked my eyebrows, gave myself a facial and read all about the goddess Matangi (one of Kali's aspects) by the power of a one battery torch this week.... Last night was the first time in about a fortnight the power was constant all night so I slept well under the fan. Its been a really good few days. My energy levels have picked up a lot- it takes a little while to properly acclimatize- and so I've been going for long walks and seeing Mysore properly again. I want to go round the Jagamohan Art Gallery again soon, its really worth a look, and last night there was a party at the Mysore Mandala, to celebrate its anniversary, and I met a guy there who works in the Art Gallery and sources all kinds of Indian prints.

I've been searching for an image of Kali or a yantra referring to her, for a friend. I've found out that statues of Kali are a bit of a no-go. Its not that they're not around, its more that statues are considered to be more powerful by far, than pictures. Because with statues, you feed them, make offerings to them, pour your energy into them- its as if they have their own kind of auric field, given the correct care and attention. And Kali the Destroyer is considered something of a liability. In fact the first person I spoke to told me he had nothing whatsoever referring to Kali. But after a little chat, he took me into the back room (!) and showed me the Kali paintings. Very, very powerful images. He kept saying 'Its the eyes that matter Madam, look into the eyes...' and some of the images are monstrous.. Its as if all the basest instincts we have are dragged out and personified. I had the strongest feeling that if you started to worship Kali, that you would perceive yourself as she would perceive you. And it would be mighty uncomfortable and take a lot of guts to stick with it, as your safe little niche, your place in the world and your ego, all came crashing around your ears. We were talking until it was dark outside, about Tantra, and teachers. Sanjay recommended the Tara-Devi Temple which is in the region of Assam, for a visit. I'm not sure that Assam is somewhere I'd want to go alone, theres been quite a lot of problems in the region. But there are a few other places I'm considering visiting, to find out more. Even thinking about a trip to Kolkata, as its her city. I just want to find out more about Tantra, and the practical application of it. Because when you google it in the UK all you find are these 'couples' workshops and it kind of makes me cringe, its all terribly 70's cheesecloth cheesiness. And I think that if you have a serious meditation practice it would eradicate any sexual problems you might have anyway, creating that distance for yourself, without having to be patronized by some overpaid Dolphin Bothering tie dyed New Ager...

Eilis and her girls have left Mysore now, it was sad to see them go, they've been such lovely friends to me. We had a last night round at theirs, eating sweets and watching 'Some Like it Hot', I'd forgotten just how hilarious it was. I was toying with the idea of moving in their massive marble floored house but I'm quite settled where I am and Claires great to be next door to. All the students here in Laksmipuram are such cool people, its really nice, it seems like whenever I go out I get to know new people. I had my first day letting myself go into a silk shop this week- I wanted a new turquoise silk scarf as I gave my favourite one away at a festival this summer- and I found a stunner of one. It makes me feel like a mermaid, like wearing the sea around my shoulders... Its so heavy, it looks like a pashmina, just beautiful. And I found an amazing book called 'Bitten by the Black Snake- the wisdom of Ashtavakra. It was written by a Master of the Vedas in the 4th or 5th century BC and it is very much about constant observation of yourself, your processes and patterning, in quite a simple way in order to obtain liberation... What I love about it though is the poetry of it. It is so beautiful to read. Lyrical and straightforward.

Practice at Sthalam 8 has gone pretty well this week. Baddha Konasana gets looser- something definitely released last week, you hold a lot in your hips. I notice I often feel angry afterwards, and not just because of the physical discomfort (cue Ajay "Full Burning must be felt.") I had to skip backbending yesterday as I had a really painfully stiff neck from swimming so I had a neck massage from Lekhan instead. He gives the best massages, he's unbelievably strong. We all went out for his birthday last week to this club called 'Planet X'. It was so much fun!! A mix of West and Eastern music, dry ice machines, mojito cocktails and its got an Egyptian theme with Egyptian named cocktails- Cleopatras Revenge etc.... A little incongruous, oh and if you get bored dancing, they have a go-kart track outside! It had a weirdly Vegas kind of vibe about it. It was good kicking back, dancing, getting a little drunk and spotting all the closet smokers (!)...
All too soon it was time to go home. Claire and I stumbled over to Lekhans motorbike as he gave us a life back, just like Tom Cruise with two Kelly McGillis's smiling drunkenly behind him as we floated through the dark roads of Mysore.....

On the way out I spotted something in the car park. A dark figure, covered in flower offerings. "Who is that?" I wondered aloud. "Oh, thats Kali" someone said. Holding court in the car park of Planet X.
Kali.
Well I never.

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Mysore Days.....

and the nature of ego...

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The past few days have flown by... I've been getting back into practice after being ill and its flowing again. Ajay's a good taskmaster, he remembers where each and every one of us is and makes sure we are all given new challenges every day, new tasks to add that 'je ne sais quoi' to the Primary Series. Baddha Konasana has quicky become pretty effortless and comfortable and I am working with exercises around Kurmasana- in the past my approach to it has been all wrong- trying to hold it together with my knees when its a much more subtle core energetic...

We had backbending again this Sunday and it didn't feel quite so crazy as the first one but its such very deep core work that you really feel it for a couple of days afterwards. Also, when you do the physically deep stuff its as if you're not only swimming through the waters of your feelings but stirring up the very silt that normally rests on the bottom of the sea of 'you'- the thoughts you get, the emotions- random things from the past come up and its like you have to examine them once more before you can let them go, discard them as irrelevant to the here and now. These thoughts and feelings tend to stick around in disguise most of the time, affecting behaviour and we don't know why we do the things we do sometimes... Yoga weeds these things out and allows us to be like Dorothy, pouring water over the wicked witch of the West... All those memories of ex boyfriends, nasty bosses, losses and bereavements; bad situations desperately trying to stay inside me and squealing pathetically as they are named and shamed after practice... Because that's how ego works- ego is a bit of a nonentity without memories and things to cling to- whether they are good or bad, and ego loves to exaggerate these things too. Like someone with no personal charisma who has to spread gossip to get attention... If you think about it ego can act a lot like the character of Iago in Othello- even 'Iago' sounds a bit like ego doesn't it? Maybe Shakespeare was conversant with the language of Yoga........ Hmmmmm.....

So apart from practice I've been spending quite a bit of time with the other students here, sweet-shopping with Claire and the odd trip to the pool. I got flashed at whilst walking home the other day!!! It was laughable really, there was this guy taking a leak near a tree and as I walked past he shouted 'Excuse me Madam' (!) and spun round and gave me an eyeful!!! It was as if he saw me walking past and thought 'well here we all are, i know what to do...!' I just tutted and walked on, it wasn't scary- there were loads of people around. Actually apparently its a growing problem here and there are posters up in Gokulam advising you to laugh if it happens as they are trying to get a reaction of shock from you... Its not very polite though. The last time that happened to me was in the Lanes in Brighton years ago.

I went for a long and very sweaty walk up the sacred Chamundi Hill yesterday with Eilis and everyone. Theres millions of steps and loads of monkeys.. Mette got her bottle of coca-cola swiped by one of them who then tried really unsuccessfully to open it... There was a festival going on that related to Diwali- there were beautiful marquees up and we went into the cave of the Swami of Chamundi Hill. He's a beautiful old man who radiates love and good humanity. Deep, kind brown eyes. He was on the phone a lot of the time but told a good story of why you can never trust a monkey. And said that in life, laughter is the best medicine... Then we went outside and ate the best thali I've had since I got here. Biriyani, savoury melon curry, poppadoms, fiery pickles and buttermilk. Really good. The only faw was they kept setting off those obnoxious firecrackers to scare the monkeys which work for, oh, 10 seconds or so... So a delicious and nerve jangling lunch...
Most of yesterday afternoon was spent sitting on the roof with Claire and Metteh, chatting and tarot card reading under the sun. Blisss. And I've nearly finished my book on Tantric Yoga by David Frawley. That man is such an incredible writer. I've sent him an email to ask about further study as what he's writing about is just what floats my boat. Studying the Goddesses in all aspects and intense mantra work. Very very interesting.

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Kali is calling...

and sandalwood wanderings...

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This last weekend was a holiday as it was a New Moon/ Diwali festival on the Monday. So on Friday evening I went into Mysore centre with Claire and Metteh and we had a little wander round Deveraj Market. It was wicked- from the architecture its kind of got its own vibe, all faded grandeur and peeling frescoes of deities... They bought bangles and shiny things, I bought the biggest avocado I've ever seen in my life. We stopped by the perfume stall to look at the oils and incense and to see the man with the most beautiful eyes, Noor, who remembered me from last year and we had the exact same flutter- flutter conversation.... Aaaahh.... Then we picked up some Pak supplies from Guru Sweets, half a kilo 100 rupees very nice! Then we went to the Ritz Hotel for dinner (not Ritz prices though luckily) and stuffed ourselves with very hot veg curry and parathas and lime sodas. The Ritz is great, it serves all food all day, not just dosas and idli with nothing else until after 7 like most Mysore eateries, and you can sit in the garden and linger for ages.

Saturday was spent reading a book about Tantra and the mystical roots of Ayurveda by David Frawley and resting as I've been a bit achey. Sunday was more of the same until Claire and I decided it was too too hot to sit about and we headed for a swim at the Southern Star where you can use the pool if you're not a resident. Turned out everyone else had the same idea so I spent about 20 minutes cooling off in the pool and then sat about in my swimsuit and cowboy hat, first bit of sun I've let myself near since the last India trip. I'm not a sun-worshipper generally but a little does you good, and it was after 3, so not the harshest part of the day. I got talking to a Venezuelan Yoga teacher called Maria who was really interesting and seems to have lived here, there, and everywhere...

Monday, Ajay expected us to practice although it was Diwali and I was looking forward to it. Unfortunately I woke up with that feeling of 'Somethings not right in my body and I might be a lot ill or I might be a little ill but I'm not sure and shit did i I accidentally get some tap water...' which was a bummer. I got up to do some sun salutations and the room swam so I went back to bed after a shower. Then I spent the rest of the day with a high temperature miserably in my room. I went out to buy more water and the guy at the corner stall groped me (it was no accident, both cheeks were firmly cupped) and I really wasn't in the mood. He got a grade 5 look (the one which can't be summed up at will, it almost has to come through you, like channelling some demonic entity that will drink blood for sure) and knowing he had done wrong, ran like the wind down the road leaving his aged father to help me out with cold water and fizzy pop. So I lay on the bed, reading about Kali all day, swigging fluids and managed to eat some curds with honey. I felt nauseous but wasn't sick. Then on Diwali eve everyone was out enjoying themselves in lovely clothes and I felt too ill to go. So I stayed in and with my ill and sensitized hearing had to endure firecrackers all night. The cheap popular ones that make no real light but sound like bombs exploding and scare the shit out of all animals and babies within a 10 mile radius. As well as completely pollute the environment. In fact 35 people in Karnataka had died in an accident involving them in a village near Mysore the day before, it was in the papers. So, no, I'm not a big fan. But there were some beautiful fireworks that I saw out of the window. And as I didn't sleep till about 3 I learned a lot about Kali. Kali represents time. And we are bound to time, with the samskaras we view the world through we tend to either live in the past or dwell on the future. The worship and acknowledgement of Kali energy is all about no longer being a slave to this. Of letting all that has gone go, and all that is to come to remain unanticipated. And one useful exercise is to empty your mind before sleeping if you can. Interesting. I have always instinctively felt that you should 'empty' before a Yoga asana practice in order to become a vessel for the beyond, to experience something beyond the everyday cares, worries, vanities and constant thoughts we all have... So am going to look out some more Frawley books if I can. I got 'Yoga for Your Type' by him last year, about Yoga and Ayurveda, and thats very, very good.

Yesterday was Tuesday and I still had a temperature so I rested again. Frustrating when you want to practice, but doing Ashtanga raises your temperature anyway so doing it with a fever is just not intelligent. Claire, bless her, came round with magazines and biscuits and bananas and I felt a lot better. By the afternoon I was bored enough of my flat to want to get out so got a rickshaw to Rashinkars to see if they had any cool cheap books. Without wanting this to go on and on I had a really crappy experience with a rickshaw driver- Laksmipuram to Mysore should cost about 30 rupees and he used the meter but then charged me 200. And all his friends circled around me and I basically got bullied into handing it over because I was alone. I mean, its not even 3 quid but its horrible when stuff like that happens. I shouted a bit to vent my frustration and told him he was a cockroach. I don't mind paying a bit extra, I'm not someone that'll get arsey over a few rupees but it was nasty and I was pissed off and kept telling myself to let it go, it doesn't matter, its just Kali throwing a spoke in the wheel of learning via a real 'C U Next Tuesday' of a rickshaw driver... I ended up coming back with a copy of the local Free Ads...

Today I was well enough to practice! Yay! It hurt like buggery but I took it slowly- just had that ache you tend to get after you've been ill so I took it slowly and didn't do any extreme backbends. This afternoon I went to look at the sandalwood oil factory with Eilis and her girls. The most beautiful smelling place I've ever been to. And we learned how sandalwood oil is produced, and the paste that they use in pujas. Theres a real shortage of trees at the moment as they hav to be about 15-20 years old before they can be used really for scent. And also its only the root they use for the smell, that part of the wood. The rest of the tree can be used for furniture and all that-but doesn't have that pungent aromatic vibe... The factory was built in 1917 and pretty much empty and not functioning at present. There was just a few guys sitting cross legged in an office sorting incense into boxes. The incense is made with the by products of the pulped root used for the oil so nothing is wasted. And they have a huge pile of old pulped wood through the back so plenty to be getting on with. Theres loads of brass equipment, distillers etc, and the whole place has a sandalwood breeze going through it. I thought how nice it would be to have a partner that worked there, they'd come home to you in the evening smelling beautiful... like Roger and Gallet soap... I bought a bar of soap in the shop.

Just resting now, for tomorrows Vinyasa class in the morning..

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