The sights and sounds on arrival at Varanasi
The Following Morning
How can I describe to you the quality of the morning light one encounters as the big orange/red ball of sun begins to slowly rise above the horizon on the Ganges? I’ll never have the capacity!
It has a special kind of luminescence to it, a delicate glow…..warm, fuzzy and soft. I wish I was a better photographer and able to capture that incandescence in an image – I just can’t do it justice in words.
We arrived at the Ghats at about 6.30 am to watch the sunrise and already there was a buzz of activity; bathing, washing, worshipping, sailing and meditating.
Many people floated lovely little flower boats, candles lit in their centre, as an offering to the river. As I released my own offering to the river I remembered my Dad who passed away in the year 2000…..”This is for you Dad” I whispered as I released my hold on the little flower boat and it bobbed off on it’s mysterious journey to who knows where.
Walking through the narrow, winding streets of the Old City one feels transported back in time thousands of years. “What tales these streets could tell” I thought. I was lost in thoughts of a medieval world when all of a sudden two massive cows, obviously spooked by something, came stampeding down the arms-width street. I just got out of the way in time, flattening myself against the wall. As these holy animals bulldozed past I could feel the power of their bulk. “S**t” I said to myself……twice……once as I thought “that was a close shave”, and the second time because I’d just stood in a load of it, as I jumped aside without watching where I was putting my feet…….. …oh well, they do say its lucky!!
A Friendly Sadhu