Category Archives: Travel

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

River tubing in Colombia

    And we floated. I floated. And I wondered “how did I get here?” Along the banks of the river, the lush foliage of the tropics pulsed with life. Birds in flight, jumping fish, bamboo stalks stretching their lean bodies toward the river with a grace that reminded me what a privilege it is to grow. Local women washed their hair and did their laundry by the banks of the river while bare chested, lanky children swung from tree vines; meticulously timing the moment they would jump. A split second decision informed by a little experience and instinct, and then a squeal of adrenalin infused delight when they letContinue 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

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

A friendship in 4 frames

I board a late night train from Bangalore to Kannur, Kerala. A young woman is sitting on the sleeper bed, underneath mine, feeding her baby. I say hello and inquire about her child.  She tells me he us 6 months old and doesn’t have a name. They will name him when he is 8 months old.  Her husband and 3 year old son would be boarding the train in a few moments. I hoist my luggage to the top bunk. Her family arrives and I look down, pleased at the company I will share a 15hr train ride with, and take a photo. FRAME 1. I settle into my bunkContinue Reading

Images inspired by David Whyte

Besides the 500 conversations I have with myself on a daily hourly basis, I often have some kind of looped content streaming in the background  Sometimes it’s a song (“a jitterbug”), other times it’s a quote and occasionally it’s a poem.  For the past few days it’s been David Whyte’s poem “Everything is waiting for you”.  But, while this prose has been going over and over in my head it’s sort of been inspiration for the things I look at, and take pictures of.  I see something here in India and one of the lines comes up and then I take a picture.  Or, I’ve seen a picture I already have, orContinue Reading

My Retreat: Why India? Why yoga and Writing?

  In January 2014 I’m heading back to India and taking a group of interesting, adventurous and curious creatives.  Otherwise known as cool people. We’ll spend a week hanging out on the beach, practicing yoga, chanting and singing away to mantras and writing our hearts out…we’ll also shop with cows, bless a few temples, negotiate some buddha statues with feisty merchants and resist the urge to live entirely on sugary, milky, Chai tea.  In layman’s terms, I’m running a retreat. Ever since I started teaching yoga, I’ve always wanted to combine my love of teaching with my love of travel and mix it up with my love of bringing peopleContinue Reading