Our North India trip from 07.-27. March 2014
from 07-27 March 2014
Stories about the journey in pictures
Wonderful photos of the wonderful participants
Foto von Ricarda Menges
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
und immer wieder kleine Wesen auf den Strassen. Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
immer wieder kleine Babies
welcome to my shop Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
das Fest der Farben in den Himalyas Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althoff
Foto von Elisabeth Althof
Morgens früh um 5 fuhren wir mit dem Boot die Ghats entlang und sahen die langsam aufgehende Sonne und die Stadt vom Ganges aus. Gläubige waren schon mit Ritualen wie Pujas und Tempelpflege beschäftigt. Aus den Ashrams hörten wir Mantragesänge und sahen den Mönchen beim Sonnengruß zu. Später gingen die Tätigkeiten in Alltäglichkeiten über, wie Wäsche waschen und trocknen auf den Stufen, Totenverbrennungen im Manikarnika Ghat, daneben Zähneputzen und Morgenreinigung im heiligen Fluss.
nach vielen Eindrücken auf unserer Stadtführung durch Gassen und Tempel, versammeln wir uns mit hunderten anderen Pilgern am Fluss zum Aarti
Foto Elisabeth Althoff
bekanntes Zwillingspaar aus Varanasi verwirrte und verzauberte uns beim Abend mit Kathak und klassischer indischer Musik
Foto Elisabeth Althoff
Eine Wanderung durch kleine Dörfchen mit Übernachtung in einem winzigen urigen Gästehaus. Liebevoll wurden wir mit typisch indischer Küsche verwöhnt, dazu kuschelige Bettchen, Lagerfeuer, und morgens eine wunderbare Aussicht bei der wir das gute Gefühl genossen über den Wolken zu frühstücken
Foto Elisabeth Althoff
A little melancholic rap song by the wonderful seminar leader
inspired by much together and suddenly lonely in Varanasi
We have seen a lot - eyes are not enough to understand it
We laughed a lot and most of the time it was fun
but we never thought it was like this and not otherwise.
We came to be careful and looked out for each other - were not always gentle with each other
but someone almost always laughed at every nonsense
and we never thoughtthat everything is like this and not otherwise.
In moments we laughed at each other, turned on - thought about our lives
scared into my bathing trunks while rafting - got through a few nights with diarrhea
asked us in trains what did I do there - killed the ego again and again selber
have not fooled us before
but would never have thought that it was like this and not otherwise.
Now they're all gone - not even a spot remains without a trace
as is always the case when one or something goes- that was just there and tangible close
very rarely appreciated the moments - sometimes hurting themselves with sich.
We can't keep anything- everything is allowed to unfold- disappear and are not preserved
Weeds die and new ones emerge.
The illusion of keeping you as you are is an earthly joke
because what was today is already different tomorrow even if you wander - through your illusion-
your sadness will tell you someday- you shouldn't finally dare to do it now-
to let go, just not to grasp itand let it happen.
A memory that remains is also just an energy that fades away
even if it winds through our heads for a while longer.
We say goodbye all our lives - and believe in it
through the form in which we live - and our karma which we pass on
that something remains in us-
and we search life by what it is, where it sits- so that it doesn't escape us.
Wir schaffen Werke - and set off on the lost track.
India makes us motionless for a moment
even if we run here we will recognize here,
that everything is like this and not different.