Category Archives: India

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

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

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