My previous visits to Armenia then a quick visit to Dubai wasn’t exactly an easy transition to Kathmandu. For a westerner who has travelled to many impoverished areas before, I have a sense of what kind of perspective shift is necessary when arriving to a new city, however there are just some levels of poverty… Continue reading Three Hard Days in Kathmandu, Nepal
On November 14th, it will be be the first day of my silent mediation at the Kopan Monastery. I made the decision in September to quit my job, sublease my apartment and not return after my vacation in Spain. It was a difficult decision, but it was something I had to do. For 30 days… Continue reading 30 Day Silent Meditation at the Kopan Monastery in Nepal
I love having conversations with my friend and Ashtanga teacher about social media and yoga. Her recent response to the Huffington Post article titled “The Instagram Star Got Real About How Social Media Can Be” was great and motivated me to continue the conversation. The article is about Essena O’Neill, Instagram celebrity, who deletes account,… Continue reading The Imperfect, Fragile Lives Not Portrayed on Social Media
When we decided to take the hike to beautiful Preikestolen, my friends and I knew that the well placed signage and semi challenging but not impossible trail would get us up to a magical and serene vantage point. Enough research had been done. What we didn’t know was the emotions that would be stirred… Continue reading Unfearful of Death; Unfearful of Living.
Last week I made my way to what I thought would be a purely yogic weekend led by my California based teacher Ducky Punch on a beautiful island in Southern Ireland in the most serene of cottages, the Island Cottage. Everything about this experience was unique and unusual. Yes, I said it, unique and unusual. Now, before these… Continue reading Unique & Unusual: Heir Island Cottage Yoga Retreat and Culinary Experience
My head was tilted at a 45 degree angle towards the rear of the barber’s chair, while the freshly placed razor was all ready to do its deed. The Algerian man slightly brought my head closer to the headrest, feeling the tension in my body as he slid the razor in a northerly fashion from the bottom of… Continue reading Trusting the Sharp Razor and the Barber Who Held It
The past six days on the magical island of Ibiza and the turquoise Mediterranean Sea around Formentera on a boat was just what the doctor ordered. With all that was going on last year, I hadn’t been able to let my mind go and just be with zero plans, no worries and open to joyful… Continue reading Anchored on the Mediterranean