Guru? For sure.

Tonight I went to see my favourite yoga guru. Yes, that’s right, I know it sounds weird in the first place, especially if you are born catholic like me, there is no guru. (Jesus, that’s it) I remember though that a lot of people I knew in their 30ties suddenly turned to Buddism, Yoga or other versions of escaping a western kind of thinking that did not serve them any more. I landed at Guru Singhs weekly session through a friend, when I came to LA. She told me “You have to check this guy out.” Which we did. We came back from class  and were hungry like pigs. Something had happened to our brains, something that I never experienced in church. Many people told me, Guru Singh would be one of these typical LA people: an ex-heavy drug addict turned into a holy man /guru and someone who hated form now on everybody who was had been a junkie. Guru Singh did not hate anybody. I kept going to see him, interesting and unusual things happened. I wanted more interesting and unusual things to happen and told myself, that even the Beatles had a Guru at one point, when their popstar wisdom had left them. I did not talk to many people about this, it became a secret pleasure to sit in front of Guru Singh. “Is that what people in California do?” asked someone from Berlin, who was visiting. I did not answer. I just thought the brain needs to change the direction once a while. You can find a guru who helps you with that. Mine is really good. And hey, even the dada artists promoted the idea of brain change. Once in a while.