“In Europe, you have clocks; in Nepal, we have time.” We are halfway through our journey, now in Kathmandu after staying at a resort in Dhulikhel where Rahul was conducting a workshop. It was a magical place. We were part of the community but moved at our own pace—waking, eating, painting, sunbathing. Yet, it was delightful to observe the group. Everyone talked about how much they learned in a short time and despite the challenges, everyone I spoke with was thrilled with the workshop. Many are already planning where they can attend Rahul’s sessions again.
Some individuals stood out for me, those who came seeking solutions to deep-seated challenges. I saw how Rahul welcomed them and gave them space to open up. He supported them during vulnerable moments so they could see themselves and their problems in a new context, realizing how much of their troubles were imagined, or relics of the past, or some sort of blockages. It was fascinating for me to experience how the group's energy changed day by day. Some days, people emerged visibly exhausted; those days usually involved someone delving deep into a serious issue, and Rahul administering some profound therapy. These days always marked a lasting change in someone’s life in the group, affecting everyone, inspiring hope by seeing someone overcome a long history of troubles.
I also had my role, having come to Nepal in a wheelchair, paralyzed but happy. I see how my example sets the tone for others. If I can be happy and content in my situation, then people who are able-bodied have no reason to be sad. I’m getting better at embracing this role of giving hope. But of course, everything is relative.
I would write more, but the sun calls and my chair awaits. We are going to roll me into the garden of dreams and enjoy a delicious meal.
Take care of yourselves. Love and peace.