Mysore is the home on the ashtanga method of yoga. As I re-emerge from a sort of psychic hibernation Mysore represents something of an Emerald City to me - a goal, a dream, a possibility.
As the days and weeks passed in procrastination and false starts, the scope of this blog grew and expanded as I remembered the first journey that fascinated me - that of Matsuo Basho the haiku master in the travel diary 奥の細道 (oku no hosomichi), translated variously as "Narrow Road to the Deep North" or "The Narrow Road to the Interior".
月日は百代の過客にして、行かふ年も又旅人也。舟の上に生涯をうかべ馬の口とらえて老をむかふる物は、日々旅にして、旅を栖とす
The months and days are the travellers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers. Those who float away their lives on ships or who grow old leading horses are forever journeying, and their homes are wherever their travels take them.
As I begin another journey, I wonder if the things that interest me and the seemingly disparate tangents that I have embarked upon are really as unrelated as I have believed.
I devote this blog to making sense of all the threads and loose ends.
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