You might think that taking a cooking class is something at the top of every solo female traveler’s list of things to do. Pbbbbbt… I’ve never been a domestic sort of gal and if I’m cooking for one, my stomach is pretty simple. So I actually never considered taking a cooking class, while traveling. But […]
No matter how I look at it, Indian public restrooms make me suspicious.
On a positive note: at least they have them!
But what about paid public restrooms?
Almost a year ago, I’d traveled to India. It was my second visit, but my first time exploring it through yoga.
At the time, I wrote some light posts from a travel perspective, giving readers a brief peek into what it was like staying at a yoga ashram and getting my yoga teacher’s certification at a school there.
Words and thoughts often get in the way of us achieving our greatest potential for awakening.
My destiny is out there. Occasionally when I travel, I catch wind of a resonant “feeling” that takes me to where I should be next. But then, outside thoughts enter the picture pushing me to define the why’s and exacting outlines of goals; and within an instant, I’ve thieved its potential for greatness.
My dream should be simpler.
What do I want to do next?
If there are no words, no thoughts but only feelings and impressions, I know the answer. Silence is hardly silent…
If a tree falls in the woods but no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
What is a voice crying for help if it cannot make its way beyond the forest? A passion can be fiery but its voice must be able to spread like wildfire in order to have a bigger effect. It must spark beyond the home, beyond its small community…
We all have this idea that Tibetan Buddhist monks and nuns have very stoic , temperate and reserved personalities. Afterall, walking Buddha’s Middle Path (of compassion), doesn’t exactly lend itself to the appearance of being excitable, emotional or argumentative. Yet, monks have their moments and in their monk clan, they reveal themselves to be absolutely human when it comes to “the art of debate”!
Who are we seeing? I asked
My party of yogi friends chimed in.
The name didn’t stir recognition for me.
His gaze was intense for such a young-looking face.
Piercing. Penetrating, as if he could see right into you…
Sitting in Dr. Marwah’s office, a stone’s throw from the Dalai Lama’s estate I stared at the picture he drew before me This was my diagnosis. I had a parasite in me– no wonder I’d been feeling like I was eating for two people!