Moved by Mooji

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

Down by the Sea

Our next town was Daman; a resort town on the Arabian Sea. This part of the trip felt more surreal than any other to me. We were somewhat isolated and nothing had really been planned for us to do. We could rest, walk on the beach or stay in our rooms during the 2 days we … More Down by the Sea

They Call Me Fighter

One thing a city mouse must become accustomed to India is the presence of so many animals roaming about untethered. This particular gent is more pet than livestock. His name is Fighter. A moniker he earned in his early days when he and the resident dog were jockeying for alpha position. They’ve long forgotten those … More They Call Me Fighter

How to be

This trip to India was not a spin-the-globe-and-see-where-we-should-go-next kind of trip. It was thoughtfully planned by the Amrit Yoga Institute and I was fortunate enough to be able to go. The 80-year-old living guru of this institute, Yogi Amrit Desai, affectionately known as Gurudev, was with us. This was a lineage tour. Among our many sight-seeing and … More How to be