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 [...]
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…
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…
The vibe in the Indo-Himalayan air of Dharamsala was electric.
Walking back from the Dalai Lama’s temple, a large crowd was gathered around a local shop. Cellphone cameras were out clicking, digital cameras flashing… people were jumping up up to tip-toes to get a better view.
Could it be… the Dalai Lama?