Mayapura, India
Wet Foot
Thanks to the periodic downpours, I'm forced to go shoeless from place to place. My crocs are inner-lined with cloth. You don't want them to get wet. I can recall how when my walking support person, Daruka, abhorred the rotting smell of damp croc innersoles. The stench got so intolerable in the interior of his car that we unceremoniously donated that pair to a park's garbage bin.
In any event, there's a freedom to going barefoot, a liberating feeling, and since the low-level flooding waters are a warm temperature, it's all quite a fine sensation. https://www.instagram.com/p/BuXEAf1A6uu/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=xuzz3znj05cp
Temples are mean't to remain clean, and so long as the feet don't trail in a good amount of mud, the janitorial-minded maintenance department doesn't consider you a nuisance. In fact, the sentiment in India is such that if a swami or sannyasi leaves some foot dust behind, even if moist, that is a blessing or some kind of remnants of mercy.
My actors, who have come from the far reaches of the earth—Peru, South Africa, Ukraine, U.K., U.S. and even Canada—are also wading through the puddles to get to our now-begun practices. What a marvelous crew! So enthusiastic, and I'm ever so pleased to have a competent assistant in the form of Pariksit.
Our drama this year features the moving story of Queen Kunti and her son Karna who never knew his mother or father. During rehearsals, the power often cuts out. No one panics. This is normal in rural India. Very quickly it switches on and it's business as usual.
May the Source be with you!
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