Vancouver Island Yoga School

Breakfast has become my favourite meal here. Time is flipped upside down, and so are my eating habits. I take nothing for granted here: not my body, energy, sleep, food, and ATMs…

Tomorrow I will have been here two weeks. Much energy in the first week went toward figuring where things are and establishing a routine. In the second week, things begin to come together…

Every day I am called down around 2 pm for lunch. Mama Bhakti cooks for the whole family and gives me a huge portion as well. Today is fresh kingfish with curry and rice…

As each day rolls into another, I find it difficult to differentiate time between days, weeks, and the end of this month. I feel grounded in the present, dipping into the past and looking to the future…

First of all, a big thank you to all of you who support my journey. I acknowledge all of you for going that extra mile and picking up where I left off. My deepest gratitude to my best friend of 30 years…

Moon day is a very significant time to rest, pause, and reflect on which direction or path you are choosing. The richness and fullness lie in the ordinary experience – acknowledging the sacredness…

It is Monday morning, and I have lived here for one week. So much and yet so little has transpired in a week. Marjim, Goa, is a smaller village with tourism as its main source of income…

I was delighted to be honoured by my hosts on my birthday by being dressed in a Sari, sung happy birthday, and fed cake by all of the sisters-in-law. Stretching my limits way past bedtime…

It is festival time here in Marjim, Goa, where the people celebrate all the gods – if you are Hindu, of course. I am staying in a guest house of a family which includes Mama Bhakti, Babba Papa…