Closest Thing to Easter

Sunday began gray and rainy but then turned into another rare and beautiful sunny day. I had seen a Sunday satsang announced in a yoga studio pamphlet we picked up in Hood River and couldn't stop thinking about how I missed daily satsangs at the ashram, so I headed off to yoga and Colin took Tucker for a walk around town. (Satsang is a community of people who gather to discuss, meditate on, or listen to talks about truth (in this case, truth according to Advaita Vedanta)). The studio was in a small, cute historic building and even had a shower! As is often the case, the morning "flow" yoga class was packed but all the sweaty bodies scuttled out as soon as it was over. Satsang was small (only 3 other people showed up) and was led by the studio owner. Because it was Easter, he talked about how Jesus is accepted as a yogi in Vedanta and read some quotes. I have never been to a church and have never been to anything even closely related to an Easter service, but all of a sudden there I was on Easter Sunday listening to a talk about Jesus. There was nothing preachy at all about any of the discussion that followed, and as I sat there listening to people respond, I thought this was a pretty good way to get to know a part of Hood River. It's nice when we are out in the valley woods and can sit on our tailgate gazing at the city lights from our own little world, but sometimes it's nice to temporarily venture inside a community and talk to people as well.