Email to Rani

Dearest Rani,

Hey! How’s it going? Good, I hope: all good here. I’ve been thinking about something and it’s probably something I’ve touched on before but, anyways, I was wanting to ask you a question. Really, actually, it’s a question I’m wanting to ask quite a few people – people I met back in ’99 and 2000 – people who were, like me, on a ‘spiritual quest’ and learning all manner of wonderful thing – and I guess because I’m always thinking about myself and where I’m going I wonder too about them and what they think of themselves and where they’ve been and are going. Feels like to me it was a magical time and a magical bunch of people and I’m real glad we still have some kind of contact, even if it’s just knowing that you’re there at the end of an email address.

PS Did I ever tell you that I dubbed all the groovy young thangs I knew back then as the Light Club? Like the club in that movie Fight Club, except spreading goodness? I guess I used to have visions of us all coming together one day and forming to lead the world on into the New Age, back when I used to dream about and believe those things.

Anyways, I just wrote to a chap I knew back in ’99 – he was a yoga teacher – and because I haven’t really had any contact with him for a long time I ended up going off on one and wrote him something like seven thousand words. Phew! Still the mad typist. What that means is – I hope you won’t mind – that I guess the thing I wanted to get across I will go finally and totally insane if I write it again to everyone so I was thinking maybe I’d just stick it below if you want a peruse and get where I’m coming from (all of a sudden I’m not sure I know where I’m coming from) and – but – anyways – in a nutshell, the question is this:

Once upon a time when we were young we were ‘spirit buddies’ and it was magical and full of light. Looking at myself, however, I seem to think that I lost most of whatever I had – if that’s indeed possible; probably wasn’t ‘mine’ to begin with – by going off the rails and I often wished I could get it back. It’s been an interesting twelve years, that’s for sure – but probably not the twelve years I would have hoped for back in ’99.

Anyways, what think you about those days and about where your life went after?

Hope you get this and that everything is groovy and please forgive me but I quit facebook so I won’t have had any updates for a long time.

Big love,

Rory

PS Here’s the original long mad letter to my yoga teacher friend Saram:

My dearest Saram...