Sitting in Bengaluru, India, at the Nithyananda Ashram, a sacred space for the yogi Vedic ancient tradition, I was surrounded by three hundred seekers from all over the world. From families with children to high-level business professionals, they had traveled from more than six continents, dozens of countries, and various islands searching for the path to enlightenment.
I was thirsty and irritated that we were being asked to sit down and wait. I fidgeted, as usual not getting what I needed.
The program was a few minutes from starting, so I jumped up and dashed toward the water table just as the announcer finished the last call for everyone to settle.
“Oh, no!” the announcer’s soft female voice came over the speakers, as if something bad was about to happen.
And it did.
My foot landed in a puddle of water on the marble tile floor. As if skidding on slippery glass, my feet flew out in front of me. I was airborne, straight as a plank.
My situation flashed before me. I was a white Christian woman from rural Kentucky, 9,000 miles from home, friends, and family. I was in my sixties, not at the stage in life for quick recoveries, and about to hit a rock floor.
And I did.
My feet landed first, then my back struck with a thud. My head whipped backward, and I heard the crack of bone against rock floor.
I was in trouble.
Three faces appeared, looking down at me from above. In unison they said, “Are you okay?”
I didn’t know. The lights were dim, and the hall suddenly looked dark.
“Let’s help you up.” Someone extended a hand and slowly lifted me to my feet.
A medical doctor and resident at the ashram had a small clinic on the other side of the room. “Come with me,” she said, gently leading me to the clinic to sit down on a hospital bed.
“That was a bad fall.” She frowned. “You must get an x-ray to ensure there’s nothing serious. Will you go to the emergency room?”
“Yes, I will.” I touched the back of my head, waiting for the swelling to start.
What leads a person across the world to participate in a workshop on enlightenment, leaving family and friends to search for something more?
Do you ever feel your life is stagnant and you need something to create a shift, maybe a new beginning? I felt stuck.
I was on my way to seeing the world in a new way. And that’s what you need to kick start a new beginning.