Last weekend was another cottage weekend. Hours and hours spent staring at the water. So relaxing even the dog got in on the 'zenning out and staring off into space' action...or non-action as the case may be.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
hours and hours
The news keeps talking about the "extreme heat alert" we are under. Cautions about air quality and sun exposure, tips on how to stay cool during this supposedly insufferable time, it's been going on for days and it's getting irritating because I'm pretty sure that this phenomena we call "extreme heat alert" used to just be called "summer". It's hot, it's gorgeous, I'm in heaven.
Last weekend was another cottage weekend. Hours and hours spent staring at the water. So relaxing even the dog got in on the 'zenning out and staring off into space' action...or non-action as the case may be.
Last weekend was another cottage weekend. Hours and hours spent staring at the water. So relaxing even the dog got in on the 'zenning out and staring off into space' action...or non-action as the case may be.
Friday, August 27, 2010
friday
Practiced, assisted, and basked in the sun over coffee before heading south to hang with my favourite boy. Beach time, nephew time, hammock time.
I couldn't wait to get on the mat this morning. Thinking about my practice. Growth in India, restrictions at home, chafing a bit. That's all.
I couldn't wait to get on the mat this morning. Thinking about my practice. Growth in India, restrictions at home, chafing a bit. That's all.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
happiness is...
Cottage behind, stars above, lake ahead, best friends to my left and right, a bonfire in the middle and love all around.
Friday, August 6, 2010
7 hours in the Bangalore airport?
Sure. Why not...
We were talking about airports over breakfast, my contribution to the conversation was how much I loved them. The transition, that period of being inbetween, of being somewhere but nowhere, the movement, the possibility, the endings and beginnings, I love being in the middle of it all. Good thing, my flight out of Bangalore was delayed, I arrived at 2am to find that my flight had been delayed until 8.30. Between my book, writing, music, daydreaming and people watching the time passed quickly.
It's a three+ hour drive to the airport from Mysore, my driver made it in just over two. He picked me up at midnight, yawned uncontrollably and eventually nodded off waking up only to my increasingly loud stammers of "um..um..UM...WHAT THE FUCK" as I watched the headlights of a large truck bear down on us. He'd drifted into oncoming traffic.
So, yeah, sitting for seven hours in the airport versus what might have happened? Absolutely. Yes please.
We were talking about airports over breakfast, my contribution to the conversation was how much I loved them. The transition, that period of being inbetween, of being somewhere but nowhere, the movement, the possibility, the endings and beginnings, I love being in the middle of it all. Good thing, my flight out of Bangalore was delayed, I arrived at 2am to find that my flight had been delayed until 8.30. Between my book, writing, music, daydreaming and people watching the time passed quickly.
It's a three+ hour drive to the airport from Mysore, my driver made it in just over two. He picked me up at midnight, yawned uncontrollably and eventually nodded off waking up only to my increasingly loud stammers of "um..um..UM...WHAT THE FUCK" as I watched the headlights of a large truck bear down on us. He'd drifted into oncoming traffic.
So, yeah, sitting for seven hours in the airport versus what might have happened? Absolutely. Yes please.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
a day
A practice that didn't hurt so much I wanted to cry, my first in quite some time. Breakfast in the city at Indra Cafe where after weeks of smiles over dosas I finally broke the mean cashier man down and we're now fast friends. A tailor made skirt that actually turned out beautifully. Philosopher Narasimhan was pure magical gorgeosity today, perfection. A latte in town at Coffee Day talking to my favourite waiter followed by a rickshaw ride back home with a driver who actually offered to use the meter (insert *gasp* here). Practice with Bharath followed by a conversation where he indulged my questions about the meaning of life and all that it contains. Fruit dinner, candy of the Gods, with a smoothie at Anu's for dessert and a fix of my 'family away from home'.
People have started leaving, lots of departures over these last few days. Warm goodbyes, long hugs, certainty that paths will cross again. My turn comes soon. I'm going to miss the myriad of people who make up my days here, the waiters who take care to make sure I'm not put in the inappropriate situation of sitting with a lone man, Raju the rickshaw driver who is very protective of where I go when and whether I'll be safe, the teachers who are so tireless in answering my silly questions, the people of Gokulam and the yogis themselves, there are many layers of community here that I'll miss dearly when I leave. In the meantime, I'm here and I am happy.
People have started leaving, lots of departures over these last few days. Warm goodbyes, long hugs, certainty that paths will cross again. My turn comes soon. I'm going to miss the myriad of people who make up my days here, the waiters who take care to make sure I'm not put in the inappropriate situation of sitting with a lone man, Raju the rickshaw driver who is very protective of where I go when and whether I'll be safe, the teachers who are so tireless in answering my silly questions, the people of Gokulam and the yogis themselves, there are many layers of community here that I'll miss dearly when I leave. In the meantime, I'm here and I am happy.
Monday, August 2, 2010
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