circle of life

“I did not begin when I was born,nor when I was conceived.I have been growing, developing,through incalculable myriads of millenniums.All my previous selveshave their voices, echoes, promptings in me.Oh, incalculable times againshall I be born.”–Jack London I will die in India…. and be reborn in Africa. this I know in my bones. time for old…

because my spirit moves me

…because my 55th year on this planet will be a year of world travel for me….touching ground in 7 countries in 9 weeks…from here to Abu Dhabi to India to either Qatar or Dubai to Kenya to Zanzibar to Tanzania, back to Kenya and then landing somewhere in Europe before flying home…. …because plans are…

random musings: life, connections, India

I read Why India? this morning and left a comment for Braja. I told her that she was preaching to the choir (and thank you, Braja, for posting that awesome pic that I liberated — that little pic says it all for me!) Why India indeed? Braja wrote about it — I listened to a…

The Weight of Silence: Invisible Children of India

I want to give a shout-out to a new book written by my blog pal, Shelley Seale. The Foreward is by Joan Collins with endorsements by Geralyn Dreyfous (Executive Producer of Born Into Brothels), Kate Dancy (Save The Children), Dominique Lapierre (Author of City of Joy) and more. I first “met” Shelley through her blog…

home is where the heart is

I have been reading this blog occasionally but have recently been hitting on it more and more (I’ve blogrolled it.) I like to go back and read the very early posts of a newly discovered blog just to get an introduction to the blogger. When I read what I’ve quoted below I thought, oh my…

the beauty of India

Originally uploaded by snonymous at IndiaMike.com snonymous said: “Beautiful and unexpected performance by a pair of white peacocks at the Byculla zoo in Mumbai, April 2009. Repeat performance on 3 May 2009. I usually do not look at the caged animals at the zoo which I visit purely to enjoy the rare and varied flora,…

India stories: It’s a mad mad mad mad Madurai

The day I left for Madurai I went to a beauty salon to get mehndi on my feet. The salon ladies were fascinated by my tattoos and they were admiring them when the owner walked in. She was a big woman wearing a beautiful hot pink sari and heavy with gold jewelry — her personality…

India stories: I Heart Rameswaram

Writing the last post made me think of my own India stories. I leave for Spirit Rock this weekend and will be gone for 15 days so I decided to re-post one India story a day for your reading pleasure. I entered these stories in a travel writing contest sponsored by a travel website (I…

upon first seeing the temple

Brihadisvara Temple, Gangaikondacholapuram, Tamil Nadu, India, January 2008 “Yoga is a generic name for any discipline by which one attempts to pass out of the limits of one’s ordinary mental consciousness into a greater spiritual consciousness.”–Sri Aurobindoaddthis_pub = ‘yogagal60510’;

Ma India, take me home

As I’ve mentioned time and again on this blog, ever since I returned from my first trip to India in 2005 there has never been a day that I do not think of India. it can be a child’s face that flashes through my mind, or something I learned in my yoga classes there, or…