It is incredible to think I was terribly, terribly sick in this photo, for when I see it, all I remember is the great joy and love I felt on this day.
After a night of violent vomiting I was weak in bed, half-watching strange Indian television, when Shyamdas came in to check on me. He sat on the side of the bed, along with Carla and Bettina, and held my hand, made me laugh and told me I must find the strength to hike with them today to a very special place. Somehow I did. And that afternoon at the Jain temples, in the gorgeous golden sun and clear, blue skies, I was surrounded by a sense of love and peace that is still very much with me.
Thank you, Shyamdasji.