Rishikesh has done her work. She has helped me let go of the story of the fire. And that’s all it is really, a story. The facts are: there was a fire 10 flights below me; it filled the hotel with smoke; the fire was extinguished; no one was hurt. That’s it. All the … More Story Time
This is a little story about customer service. One of the very first blog posts I wrote about India started, “India always smells like its a little bit on fire.” Today I got to experience the source of that smell first hand. Or at least one source. I was staying in an international luxury hotel … More Fire Down Below
Arriving in India This is far from my first trip to the motherland, but each time has its own challenges and complications. It’s the one expectation its safe to have. Our arrival was pretty seamless: customs and immigration was a breeze but it’s always made more invigorating by the stern-faced, naturally suspicious immigration officers. It … More Namaskar – Welcome
Faraway Friday: Rishikesh, India India is always on my mind. I cannot articulate what about this mesmerizing and frustrating country has me so captivated. The people? Absolutely. The colors? For sure. The history, spirituality, devotion, customs, mystery? All of it. But when someone asks me why I love India I can never convey with words … More Reclamation
Growing up a vanilla Methodist, the word sanctuary simply meant that place in church where the minister would drone on and on forever. It’s where I sang in the choir – a mostly social event for me – took communion, and sat on hard benches waiting for the day when I could make my own … More Sanctum
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
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
 Each morning, we walk the short distance to the banks of the Ganges to sit in meditation for nearly an hour. Along the way we pass the sleeping shirtless man, in his makeshift permanent tent, with his dogs; an open manhole cover; and a giant mama pig rooting for breakfast as her pile of 5 … More Ganga Ma
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