Back home in Paris I have exhausting reactions to pollens and fruits. As if I was allergic to nature, to my own environment. Here in the Ghats, I live in the forest, I’m surrounded with foreign trees, I eat exotic fruits. Yet they don’t seem to provoke any negative reaction in me. I can get rid of the first signs of headache with a cup of coffee. As if here I could let myself let nature take care of business.

When taking my first yoga lesson in India today I realized that when I apply my habitual automated thinking to my resolutions of living according to nature, it backlashes.

When I was offered for my first Sivananda yoga class to come at 6 in the morning or 6 in the evening, I went for the afterwork gig. I know the sun is up at 6 o’clock, it’s just that I am not. Little did I know that the course of the Sivananda Yogalaya class would be located on a lovely covered rooftop. The first part of the course, in the glorious sunset, went like a dream.

But you see from a biological perspective yoga really is to be practiced in the morning. Sunset is no time for yoga. It is time for mosquitos. I went through seven salutations to the sun feigning to ignore the bites. So tomorrow the sun will rise at 6 and so will I.