The Art of Detox


Back in the days when parties and gatherings were the anecdote to exhausting work weeks, the pre-party and post-party were as wild as the party itself. Sandwiched between raising young children and working to build and/or maintain a business, life in my 30’s left very little room for downtime. As a matter of fact, the anthem among my intrepid group was “you can sleep when you’re dead” which is what most of us wholeheartedly believed(or hoped).  Some of us were better at making space for healing than others, although I was not one of them. I was the host; and when I needed a break, I simply invoked an illness to settle in and render me powerless for a couple of days.

There were spas and gyms tucked into my schedule, but as they were squished into early mornings or for a few stolen days twice a year where I still remained connected to my telephone, it was not what I have now come to know as “Rasayana.”

Rasayana is a sanskrit word for Rejuvenation. Like Yoga,it can mean many things to many people. Also like Yoga, it requires a regular practice to really have effect. Here at Chamundi, the focus is on Rasayana. It addresses the overworked, the overstressed,the depleted and the damaged, but it offers something more than a restful break: It provides clear insight into the world of Ayurveda, and makes it palatable enough to actually adapt some of the principles into the infrastructure of your life.

Detox isn’t easy. Everyday it’s a new challenge; whether it is a headache or fatigue, or an uncomfortable thought or emotion, it is difficult to witness these poisons work its way out. It is  especially hard to watch it in someone you adore and are on this planet to love and protect, like my daughter Marina. But I know , just as I knew she’d eventually go in the potty or that the baby fat she cried over would soon develop into her breasts, that these minor inconveniences would clear out and she would only feel lighter, healthier, clearer. It dawns on me that this is how I will feel about the people who will let me treat them, and I recognize that my part is only to provide the tools and guidance; and let them do the work. Not so easy as a practitioner, almost impossible as a mother, but I am happy to have discovered the work that I have to do.