Travel Bug

I was bitten, I suspect, by the wanderlust bug as a child playing in the backyard in my bare feet in early spring. While my physical body was bound by fences and threats from my mother not to leave the yard, my nimble imagination was free to explore every corner of this piece of earth. … More Travel Bug

Rise and Shrine

As I begin to put pen to paper I am seated across from a swami at a cafe table in Thiruvannamalai, India. It’s very warm but the kiss of palm fronds against one another let me know a breeze is coming. The afternoon is relaxing and glorious. This morning we were up at 4:30 to … More Rise and Shrine

Gus the Magic Bear

Salt Springs, FL: Deep in the Ocala National Forest. Sort of – on a main road in the middle of nowhere. Same same. The short version for those interested more in facts than insights: Bear walks across the road, sits in the forest. I drive by, take his picture. The end. Oh, and I name … More Gus the Magic Bear

Cosmic Mirror

Salt Springs, FL: It’s nearly impossible to roam the grounds of the Amrit Yoga Institute and feel anything but peace. Nearly. For those who have never been to a yoga teacher training of any kind allow me to explain. First you see the ad of a beautiful person high on a mountaintop aglow with inner … More Cosmic Mirror

Inside the Pagoda

Salt Springs, FL: There are these amazing flowers here, at Amrit Yoga Institute called Pagoda flowers. And that’s exactly what they look like. Tiers of little pinkish red flowers one on top of the other. They rise to about six feet and attract copious amounts of butterflies from tiny and bright yellow to giant, graceful … More Inside the Pagoda

Signs

        “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” Saint Augustine Discovery Bay, Jamaica:  I share the photo of Jamaica because it was this trip that forced me to get my passport, taking me off the single page and thrusting me out into the world. … More Signs

Smoke Signals

  Oviedo, FL: One of the benefits of being an early riser is the chance to witness the world come alive every morning. As I sit in my living room journaling, reading – or let’s be honest – typing on the computer in the wee hours, I begin to perceive a change in the light. … More Smoke Signals