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Watch Where You're Putting Your Feet!




Four years ago I went to Khatmandu, Nepal, with my Buddhist teacher and a few friends. The first few days of the trip were amazing - my teacher's presence seemed to unlock doors that would be otherwise closed and I was tingling with excitement at all the incredible experiences and connections we had made.


Then I fell.


Walking along the noisy, crazy streets surrounding Bodha my mind was lost in the strange meeting I'd just had with a Sadhu (meditating yogis who live close to sacred sites, distinguished by their white painted bodies and decorated eyes, with long dreadlocks and wearing only a dhoti - a loose sarong garment covering the lower body), after meditating in a tiny cave and walking alongside the burning ghats by the river (where ceremonial funeral burnings take place ).