Category Archives: India 2013

Interlude: India

Interlude: India

This was written a few days ago.  I am now in Puducherry, on the east coast.  I didn’t have much access to the internet so I couldn’t publish it, until now. I’m sitting in my hotel room in Mysore, India.  The Rolling Stones song “She’s a rainbow” is playing on my iPod; one of the songs a friend put on the playlist he gifted me.  The song now is a pendant of nostalgia for my culture and home, of friends, of the links we make in our life.  I’m not feeling nostalgic but I realized I haven’t had the desire to turn my own music on until now, and it’s… Continue Reading

Note to self: Who’s your Guru now Biatch!

Note to self: Who’s your Guru now Biatch!

This is #6 in my ‘Note to self’ newsletter series I send out spontaneously.   About a year ago a dear friend from Australia and I were catching up in a phone conversation.  We were laughing about the absurdities of life, as we do, and he was having a field day with the fact that I was teaching yoga. Australian humor, if you aren’t aware, is the practice of taking what is presented and basically looking for as many possible, offensive ways to twist it until it borders on, what can feel like, an insult.  The point is that you just don’t take yourself too seriously.  The beauty is that… Continue Reading

The day the western woman came to town.

The day the western woman came to town.

I had arrived in Pune within a week of being India.  I was there to see Amma, the hugging Guru and to finally get my spiritual squeeze. I’ll write more about Amma and my experience another time, because it deserves its own story.  For now though, this is a story about another kind of embrace. My first night at the Amma program was a mixture of confusion, generosity, kindness, overwhelm, intrigue, an aggressive squeeze and a general feeling of ‘What the fuck?    If I felt foreign being in India, I felt even more awkward being in the gut of Indian ritual, chant and prayer without anyone to lean on,… Continue Reading

Mumbai, India: Exploring or, a day of firsts

Mumbai, India: Exploring or, a day of firsts

I rushed to peer out of my window as the sun rose on my first morning.  What would the light bring to this city I had arrived in under the cloak of darkness?  A woman sweeping the sidewalk, a young man cleaning his taxi, an old man riding his bicycle, another walking his dog, clothes hanging outside a building.         The sun was rising, the city was waking and there are a thousand things a picture can’t tell. So, I set out to explore. Except, I didn’t actually know where I was going to go or, what I had intended to do.  With all the time I… Continue Reading

Note to self: Something will happen

Note to self: Something will happen

This is #5 of the Note to self: Newsletters I send out randomly. Sharon Salzberg, a well-known and highly respected meditation teacher in the U.S., likes to use travel as metaphor for life.  It makes sense because, when we travel, it’s basically like we are unsuspectingly paying for the privilege of our lives to be completely out of our hands.  We’re at the mercy of schedules, weather and other people’s inconvenient habits, needs, fears and pathological weirdness, and there is very little we can do to control it.  Which, essentially, is life in a nutshell.Shit’s going to happen and the only thing you can do about it, is manage your response.She said,… Continue Reading

Mumbai, India:  Arriving & Surviving

Mumbai, India: Arriving & Surviving

The lead up to my trip to India was a mélange of emotions; anxiousness, excitement, fears…. most of the gut feelings one has when heading to a 3rd world country for the first time and for an extended period of time.  Let’s not dismiss all the preparations; gathering, arranging, giving away and storing stuff (ALL my stuff),  the vulnerable feeling of giving up the comfort of a steady income and my own 4-walled home and the general pain-in-the-ass it is having to close up the accounts to one life and open up another. Truth is the leaving wasn’t really what was playing on my mind.  It was the arriving. I… Continue Reading

Live to the point of tears

“Live to the point of tears.” The voice said it over and over again.  It was my voice, the small voice, the one that also said “Go to India, you must go to India.” The message wasn’t from me but it was resonating and influencing an understanding of my life since I heard it.  Before that, I listened to other messages that held a gentle, outstretched, hand on the small of my back urging me to move beyond my own vulnerability and step forward to new dimensions of my life, and mostly they all said “yes, do it” But, this message gave poetry to the yes.  It made it all… Continue Reading