Category Archives: Mind/Body/Spirit

There is a girl in India

There is a young girl. She is about 12 years old though the age that sits behind her eyes is years beyond.  A minute in this girl’s life could probably equal a week in someone else’s. She has no shoes, at least she didn’t when I met her and she lives in the North West streets of Delhi. I don’t remember her name, though I am sure I asked and in her soft voice she told me. But, I no longer remember. She is slender and should grow to be tall.  She wears a traditional sari but it is faded and dirty; an emblem of national identity within a socialContinue Reading

7 fascinating facts about Colombia

On July 12th I’ll be hosting a group of fascinating, adventurous and interesting peeps for my 3rd yoga & writing retreat. We are retreating in Santa Marta, Colombia. This is the first time I’ll be leading my retreat in Colombia and I’m anticipating and great time. Why Colombia? Because it’s gorgeous! I spent quite a bit of time in Colombia last year, mainly in Bogota and in San Augustin in the south and I knew, immediately, that I wanted to find a property to host an additional yoga retreat in that country. Colombia is raw in its natural beauty, rich in diversity and culture, and still on the fringe ofContinue Reading

Why I teach a yoga & writing retreat that really isn’t about yoga or writing. (Or, the yoga retreat for non-yogis and non-writers.)

“I’m not a therapist. This isn’t the place for your problems. This is the place to find story and joy….” This is the opening discussion at my week long yoga & writing retreats. Harsh? Maybe, but I’d like to think it’s more responsible, clear & honest. I do go on to point out that I am available to talk privately but I want to set the boundaries and be clear what the retreat is really all about. Because the truth is, I’m not a therapist. I’m a yoga teacher. I’ve done a lot of therapy, I’ve read a lot of books, I’ve immersed myself in the healing of my ownContinue Reading

10 profound benefits of going on a yoga retreat

10 profound benefits of going on a yoga retreat

  When I was organizing my first yoga and writing retreat in India, I kept thinking about my intention for it and returning to the experience I was hoping for, for my participants.  I had such a profound and rewarding experience on my first trip to India that I wanted to use that experience and turn it into an opportunity for others. I had never gone on a retreat myself but I knew the benefits of immersion.  I contemplated going on someone else’s retreat before undertaking the responsibility of running my own, just to see how someone had set theirs up but something deep inside stopped me from signing upContinue Reading

The secret life; Mandala’s in the sand

I’d gone for a long walk on the beach, as I had done every morning since arriving in India, turning the cogs around money and relationship.  “How can I grow my business?” “How can I feel more financially secure?” “Am I creating a business that people want?” “Am I offering something of value?”  “Should I end this dalliance with him?’ “This isn’t a relationship” “It’s a relationship” “Is this really what I want, or have I created another distraction to something more fulfilling and intimate?” “What should I do?” “Where should I go next?” I sat at a little beach restaurant and ordered a juice.  My mind blending and maceratingContinue Reading

The secret life; Platform goodbyes

I was at the helm of the cramming mass of people boarding the train from Kannur and their stubborn insistence to move forward, no matter who was in their way, knocked me about and into the body of one of my work hosts.  We were standing on the platform, about to part ways but the crowd was effective in making our goodbye as quick as possible.  We would have hugged goodbye regardless; a gesture as foreign to Indian people as the head bobble is to westerners, but now we were forced into an awkward and unprepared embrace.  It didn’t matter, we had become comfortable enough to understand the situation andContinue Reading

Time, India, and the way we move

I’m in Goa, India again.  It’s early morning (before 9am), the sun is wide awake and I’ve come back from  a long walk down the beach.  Early mornings here pull the biggest crowd of spiritual seekers, roaming dogs and running bulls (seriously).  Apart from the few exercise junkies, it mostly feels like the air is held afloat in contemplation and prayer in the mornings, mine included, as those who walk and meditate and headstand and chant and breath deep, sling our questions and attachments and bare asses (not mine ) into the quieter space that morning provides. There are times when I’m certain the message gets heard. And other timesContinue Reading

Blind but now I see.

I was 20 years old, living in London as a nanny, drinking more pints of beer than my body weight at the time and enjoying the freedom of being a foreigner, away from anything familiar with all the potential ahead of me. The Notting hill carnival is one of the biggest street parties in Europe (at least it was back then.)  A carribbean flavored block party with a million strong crowd.  It was all spandex, flair and big flavors.  The streets of Notting Hill are closed off to the traffic and for the entire weekend all you hear is reggae, ska and calypso influenced music.  I don’t know what theContinue Reading

The movement is my yoga

Most of my life has been transient.  We moved houses three, or four times, before I was five, I went to three elementary schools and my parents divorced when I was fifteen which meant I had to be in different homes, often. Besides that, I was born into a family, on both sides, who were adventurous and nomadic.  It wasn’t uncommon to come home from school on a Friday afternoon to my mother’s insistence that we pack our bags because we were off to see some relatives; five hours away.  Or, one year, she declared that we were going to spend Xmas (which was a week away) with my grandparents, andContinue Reading

The biggest risk

“The most dangerous risk of all ~ the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet that you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later”.  ~ Anonymous. I don’t know that I was given a very conventional handbook for living life, when I was younger. Travel and the unknown have always seduced me, more than the status quo ever has – although I have been known to dabble in it from time to time. I discovered, long ago, that I live for stories and connection and new friendships. I also understood, long ago, that life throws up a whole host of choices, andContinue Reading