Category Archives: India 2013

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, or a friend has taken, and I think of a line.  So, since I’ve been unable to lay down a lot of words to describe this trip so far, I’ve taken the poem and the images out of my mind and on here.  Enjoy.

All images taken in India, 2014.


Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone.


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As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden


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To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.

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even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice.

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You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

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The stairs are your mentor of things
to come,


the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,

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and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.


Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation.

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The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably

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Everything is waiting for you.

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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 people… Continue Reading

Thank you Ricky Ponting

Thank you Ricky Ponting

  Dear Ricky Ponting, You don’t actually know me, in fact, we’ve never met but I am writing to thank you for the outstanding contribution you have made to my life, particularly my experience in India. I’m an Australian girl who recently spent 2 ½ months in the exotic Indian sub-continent on my own and it seems you’re kind of a big deal around there. Truth be told, I’m not much of a cricket fan.  Actually, if I am to be completely honest, I’d rather watch my dribble make its descent than watch a cricket match, at least I know it will end faster.  Please, don’t be insulted, I understand… Continue Reading

Note to self: Symmetry is for suckers

This is #7 in my “note to self” newsletters I send out  For most of the time I was in India I wore black flip flops.  Which, considering I had to take my shoes off before entering any establishment, it was basically like traveling with black luggage and the likely-hood of someone taking off with my chappals was about the same chance Lindsay Lohan had of getting another DUI.So, when I was a week away from leaving India and still in possession of my two black flip flops, I was feeling lucky.  Blessed even.  They had been left, late night, in front of outdoor parties and busy restaurants and on the side… Continue Reading

Namaste India

Namaste India

I had grand, cinematic style scribe dreams of writing the mother of all posts to tie up my trip to India.  I would be sitting on the plane, Australia bound, looking out the window at the densely populated concrete surrounds of Bangalore airport.  The smog suspended atop low rise buildings; a romantic metaphor for the feeling of being hung in between worlds.  Fat tears would stream down my face as I moved from the window to the page, unfolding the melodrama of goodbye and nostalgia. Instead, I didn’t look back (and I’m writing this almost a month after leaving).  I sat back, buckled up, put on my eye mask and… Continue Reading

Doing it Indian style

Doing it Indian style

  By the end of my stay in India I was pretty hip to the westerner coined phrase “Let’s do it Indian style”.   Indian style does not relate to ‘doggie style’ or ‘gangnam style’ or even ‘dolphin style’ (which has nothing to do with fornicating with dolphins).  And, it certainly has nothing to do with the Urban dictionary definition of the same moniker. It has more to do with attitude rather than sex or a dance craze but, don’t doubt it’s effectiveness since, it might just get you laid or in a global dance craze – however, you’ll never be able to see it coming (ahem!).  Indian style is… Continue Reading

“You vill like”~ Adventures with a snake catcher in Hampi

“You vill like”~ Adventures with a snake catcher in Hampi

Arriving into Hampi feels like stepping back in time to an ancient Roman empire.  Centuries old ruins and temples dot this landscape of giant granite boulders and rice fields.  If you get some elevation and look out to the horizon all you will visually feast on is God sized handfuls of boulders, towering over rice fields and long, thin roads, peppered with ancient granite ruins, way out over the 120km Hampi extends to.  It is as ‘bewitching’ as the guide book said. Hampi is also a world heritage site and the site of the original capital of the Vijayanagara Empire. After spending a relaxing few weeks on the beaches in… Continue Reading

Singing with a Sadhu in Hampi, India

Singing with a Sadhu in Hampi, India

It was midday in Hampi.  I rode my motorbike onward down the long, thin stretch of road.  The air was still and thick from a blazing midday sun but the wind in my face, as I rode, offered softness to the heat.  I had a sarong wrapped around my head as a turban and I was swathed in cloth as a sign of respect for the culture I was being audience to.  I felt free, and wild and fearless and….cinematic.  Appropriate, since I was headed to visit the temple of the Goddess Durga. The ride out to the temple was fairly straight with a few slight bends in the paved,… Continue Reading

Attached in a house of mirrors

Attached in a house of mirrors

  Today, I waved off another new and instantly dear friend on his journey bound for Delhi.  I hung over the balcony and watched him put his backpack in the taxi and then get in to the backseat from the driver’s side.  As soon as he was in, he slid over to the passenger side, wound down the window and stuck his head out to flash me a crest white smile.  We waved and blew kisses and sent blessings for each other’s perspective journeys into the wild and blessed sky that India inhabits.  The blessings will be heard here. We had only become friends a week ago, but the friendship… Continue Reading

Where do I fit in?

Where do I fit in?

Where do I fit in? I have just come from a kirtan at a beautiful, magical place here in Goa, aptly named “Magic Park”.  It’s a haven for the spirit seekers, and there are many here in Arambol, Goa.  In fact Arambol is a playground of meditation retreats, yoga courses, tantric workshops, fire dancing and a host of other activities to ignite your chakras and balance your yin, with your yang 😉 Earlier, I had been at the drum jam which happens at the beach every night before sundown.  Tonight’s jam seemed a little pale in comparison to previous nights but then I quickly realized another group had formed and… Continue Reading