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In or around 1975 i was living outside Gainesville, Florida<\/a>. I had been studying yoga out of the book “Integral Hatha Yoga” by Swami Satchidananda<\/a>. He was the funny little Swami who appeared at Woodstock<\/a> and his book was full of pretty good pictures of the poses. I just imitated the pictures. Well, one day i heard Swami Satchidananda was coming to speak in Orlando<\/a> which is maybe 150 miles south of Gainesville.<\/p>\n I had hitched back and forth across North America several times and figured this little jaunt would be easy. So, i started out in the morning with my shoulder bag, oranges, bread and my flute. Satchidananda wasn’t speaking until 8 that night so i was just planning on having a pleasant day hitching.<\/p>\n Along about mid-afternoon i realized i had travelled only 30 miles or so and i had been sitting in one spot for hours. I began to thumb in ernest. Cars were whizzing by me like i was invisible. Around 5 i started to panic. Around 6 i started yelling at passing motorists in anger. I just couldn’t believe people could be so cruel as to cause me to miss my guru, my teacher.<\/p>\n I finally made it to the talk around 8 or 9. Exhausted and emotionally drained i attempted to slip quietly into the lecture room. Just as i entered the Swami looked up directly at me, smiled with those twinkling eyes of his and said<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like the entire day had been one long arduous lesson which Satchidananda was able to sum up in 8 words. That lesson really stuck with me and i’ve pretty much lived my life by it. It’s usually stated more along the lines of having no expectations but i like the Swami’s rhyme better. Thanks, man.<\/p>\n Photo image by Mark Goff, Public Domain<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n
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