A Glimpse of Goa

A Glimpse of Goa

My all day soundtrack are waves brushing onto the sand. I can’t sleep much past 7am after my month on ashrams and so around this time, I’m up. The floor of my little beach hut is on a heavy slope toward the door and so I nearly roll right out to the porch. There is enough room inside for my suitcase, my friend’s suitcase and a double bed. On the other side of its one wall is a leaky toilet, a cold water shower and newborn-baby-size sink. It’s the kind of hut that the big bad wolf could huff and… I’m not sure he’d even have to puff before he blows the whole thing down.

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Chaos and Peace of Ashram Life and Creating My Curriculum

Chaos and Peace of Ashram Life and Creating My Curriculum

Waking up from my jet-lag slumber, my room at Sivasoorya Ashram is dark and hot. It’s 2am in Kerala, India and suddenly I’m afraid of the dark. I jump out of bed and hurry to hit about five switches before I find the one that turns the light on. I see the dirty blank white wall of my room. It is horrible looking, it felt like a prison to me. 

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I Love To Dance: Letting Go Of Self Judgement

I Love To Dance: Letting Go Of Self Judgement

When I was in college, my roommate Sam and I would put on guilty-pleasure music and have pajama dance parties. She'd be in her matching fleece sun, moon and stars pants and button up vest with big stuffed animal slippers and I'd be sporting baggy polka-dotted pants and a Rose Bowl 1982 hand-me-down-three-times-over t-shirt. We'd blast the goodies: Like A Prayer and enough Bon Jovi to make my Jersey hometown proud. 

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