The Mudras Indira Gandhi International Airport ~ Delhi

2017-03-15T03:07:51+00:00May 29th, 2016|India, Travel|

Arriving in Delhi, India at precisely 1:30am (the Germans are always punctual), what was 2 floors of slumbering, snoring passengers instantaneously roused.  As the doors to the plane opened, everyone rushed out into the terminal, and many were running!  Travelers from everywhere running with their rolling bags like dragon tails, businessmen rushing with firm grip tethered to their briefcases, women in adorned saris hurrying their children in tow, and me in a zombie like daze, watching all of this hustle with childlike wonder. An insight into the level of my maturity - It was like that scene from

Yoga in Frankfurt

2017-03-15T03:05:48+00:00May 22nd, 2016|Travel, Yoga|

Just after clearing security, to my delight, I came upon a Yoga room.  I entered the unoccupied peaceful sanctuary and welcomed my happy solitude.  I removed my shoes and my YogiTote* from my carry-on backpack. * A YogiTote is a yoga mat sized terry cloth towel with plastic nubs on one side to help prevent slipping around while practicing yoga. I always carry my YogiTote with me for travel as more and more airports have yoga rooms.  I just place it over the complimentary yoga mat, and also use it in my hotel room, it is much lighter

Leaving the City by the Bay

2017-03-15T03:02:33+00:00May 18th, 2016|Travel|

As I handed my passport and ticket to the Lufthansa agent at San Francisco International Airport, I felt a deep and profound release of identity, as one often does when surrendering one’s passport.  Yet, this was at a whole different level.  Something deep inside me was changing, and there was nothing I could about it.  The transformation process has begun, so all I can do is become one with the change, to move with it, to breathe with it, to nurture it. After making my way to the Lufthansa lounge, where I intended to begin this blog, I

Did I attain Spiritual Enlightenment?

2017-03-09T18:58:01+00:00May 3rd, 2016|India, Travel, Yoga|

In May of 2015, when my teacher, Michele Herbert, author of The Tenth Door, extended to me the invitation to join her and others on this Spiritual Pilgrimage to India, the ashram experience provided certitude for my decision to accept. Michel and her husband, Mehrad, had studied under Swami Veda Bharati for over 20 years, and had visited his ashram at the base of the Himalayas in Rishikesh, India, on multiple occasions. For seven days, one-third of our visit, we stayed at the”daughter” ashram originally founded by Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama; Śrī Swāmī Rāma, who “left his body” in

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