Core Values of Health: The Wisdom Within Structure

This is a re-write from an article of 2 years ago..in poetic form

It is early morning in Pune, Maharashtra — western India —
and the light arrives softly, as if it too is following instructions.

I am one month into a deep tending.
A post-menopausal nourishment and care.
A year of preparation brought me here —
to this ancient choreography of oil, herbs, silence, heat, rest.

Well that, and a strong and heavy limb of my maternal lineage tree that ended lives of my mother, my grandmother and a few others far too early

I am here for Pancha Karma.

A word that is less a treatment and more a covenant.

There are rules.

They rise early with me.
They sit beside my meals.
They dim the lamps at dusk.
They tell me when to speak and when to fold inward.

These rules are not casual suggestions.
They are scaffolding —
placed carefully to protect digestion, mind, vitality,
and the intricate unfolding of the therapies themselves.

Participate — that is the essential word. That is the request.

This is not something being done to me.
I have brought myself here.