Fasting Back to Vibrance: 7.5 Days of Clay and Cucumber in Koh Phangan

Fasting Back to Vibrance: 7.5 Days of Clay and Cucumber in Koh Phangan

Have you ever felt so good, you can’t help but dance around the house? I’m talking full-on Tom Cruise Risky Business style. That’s how I spent my post-breakfast morning, but in my case, I was completely naked. 

Free from the excess weight I had gained and beaming with happiness from the sun’s vitamin-rich rays, I danced until I sweat. And then I sweat some more. 

I came to The Sanctuary in Koh Phagnon, Thailand after the thought came to me in meditation. 

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The Overnight Train In India

The Overnight Train In India

Curled up in the cramped space, I am cuddling my laptop and valuables. Brown paper bags contain fresh sheets which quickly slip from my stretcher's leather surface and hang off the metal bar that is meant to keep me from rolling to the ground. A leg’s distance away is the other top bunk in my assigned cabin. Here there is a man wearing a button down shirt and dress pants laying down. I glance over, he is staring at me. He burps and I can smell it.

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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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Leaving My House: A 180 On Where I Sleep

Leaving My House: A 180 On Where I Sleep

What if you chose to be a nomad in your own city? And what would it feel like to put yourself through this, film it, and then share the less-than-glamorous, unrehearsed footage?

This has been an experiment in challenging my status quo and pushing into discomfort. During my travels in Bali and Thailand I experienced a sense of freedom and adventure that I wasn’t in tune with in Los Angeles. In June I returned to my home feeling trapped in routine. My brain felt dull, my creativity stunted. Going back to Asia wasn’t an option so I chose to try a similar adventure in my own city.

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