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
Rishikesh, India — March 2016 Today, after meditation and yoga we walked south, past the Indian man chanting into a microphone in front of a movie camera, beyond the women washing clothes in the Ganges, through an alley and onto a road to see Mooji. The line seemed terribly long, but we had heard they … More Moved by Mooji
Rishikesh, India 2016 I was never a huge Beatles fan. I have nothing against them, I was just born about 5 minutes past the mania. But the “Beatles’ Ashram”? I fell in love with that. Somewhere south of the center of Rishikesh, India, the ashram can be found. For us it was across the Ganges on a boat then … More Magical Mystery Tour
It was 43 degrees in middle Florida this morning, so naturally I should go for a walk. I pulled on my longest pair of capris, shoved my feet into the shoes that just took me around India and Eastern Europe, wrapped my body in no less than four layers – since I was certain the … More Blue Bird Day
Sometimes the spirit is so bright it must be concealed in a coating of grime to protect it. Or perhaps to protect others. I have seen the truth of this in India. It is threatening, this light. It is not easily understood, only because we seek to understand it. It is meant to be experienced … More Parsing the Light
Awoke at 3 AM and just decided to get up and make some coffee. Ah, jet lag. Having been down this Inidan road before, I send a little prayer up to Starbucks for providing the world with instant coffee. I will migrate to chai later this morning when it is offered. I love chai, but … More Over the River and Through the Woods
Sitting across from my financial planner I finally got it. (First let me allow that sentence to soak in. I am not in any way someone who would normally have a financial planner. I have nothing to plan with. He is, however a very nice fellow I met at a networking group five or so … More This Is No Vacation
Maybe the second day of our Tuscan retreat I met Lucky. He is one of 10 cats that prowls between these hillside villas. He is silvery gray with black stripes and he loves hard. He wants to be held and pet and squeezed. Each time I pick him up he digs into my shoulder with such … More Lucky
It turns out the villa life is not for me. Oh, its beautiful and relaxing and I would not turn down and opportunity to come back, but after a handful of days I’m ready to plug into the energy of an honest to goodness city. This morning under the cover of darkness we load up … More Villa Schmilla
Driving past this vineyard, even driving up to it, nothing really remarkable stands out. It is so much more than the sum of its parts. And yet it is the details of these parts that hold the enchantment. It’s an invitation to time itself. Stop, slow down and notice how the jasmine vine nearly covers … More Invitation to Linger
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