Squad goals: hike, meditate, yoga, rest.
3 October 2018 One of our guides said that “No other country can be like Bhutan,” and the more I learn about this small monarchy (on the verge of democracy) the more I find myself in agreement. We started our day super early—so early we literally had to jump the fence to gain entry toContinue reading “No other country can be like Bhutan”
Crisp mountain breeze. The moment the air in Bhutan touches your skin, it’s as if you’ve been reborn. As if you stumbled upon a bottled elixir, untouched by impurities and accessible only when one has traveled far, far away from the Western world. In recent months I’ve been obsessed with comic book inspired programming (TheContinue reading “Contemplating Bhutan: First Impressions”
Flow brings to mind rhythm, repetition, a knowing of what might come next.
Routine. Rhythm. Ritual. It’s good for humans to adhere to some semblance of the three.
Tonight CC and I attended a member’s reception at The Rubin Museum of Art. The Rubin presents contemporary exhibits that “emphasize cross-cultural connections” with the art and ideas of the Himalayas and surrounding Asian cultures. I was first introduced to the museum by Lulu when we attended a Mirror Meditation seminar last fall. The session includedContinue reading “Tourist Day: peace in the city”
It’s only been a few weeks since my bout with bronchitis but I can feel my body wasting away. I find the energy for an open flow yoga class. The studio is around the corner from the treehouse. In recent months, the owners have expanded the footprint to include another studio space. The entrance isContinue reading “Remember to exhale”
Flashback March 2016 Pickup from Siem Reap by tuk-tuk. I meet Dianne from Malta, an ER doctor in Preston, UK. Upon arrival at the Angkor Zen Retreat Center, she reacts skittishly to the dog, insistent that Cambodian dogs are the worst. First impressions are tricky, and despite being skeptical about my accommodations I forge ahead.Continue reading “Yoga, Cats, and Meditation”
swimming, the action of propelling oneself in water by natural means using arms and legs, can also be used abstractly as both a negative representation of a sensation, where one is floating or reeling and a positive one where one proves to not go under and surmounts difficulties in their path. a lot of meaningContinue reading “unrequited undertow”
Sometimes I feel like I have extrasensory perception (ESP), a mild clairvoyance for finding things, things that are lost. Like keys, notebooks, metrocards, a charm bracelet, a ring. Things hoping to be found amid the camouflage of my belongings. Metrocards in jean pockets, books kicked under couches, car keys frosting in the freezer door. JustContinue reading “the sixth sense: intuition”