Travelling across time and space is like opening doors with mysteries waiting to be experienced. Living in India for 16 days is familiar and filled with unexpected delights. Like Rumi’s poem, the Guesthouse, I welcome it all. There can be no disappointments when you are fully open to every
Sept 23/22 + I am sitting outside tonight listening to the crickets and sounds of the jungle and it occurs to me that I feel most at home here. Returning to Chrissie’s Hotel after a three-year absence has stirred many emotions. First, the joy in seeing everyone again, the
The lessons of India are that life is celebrated through festivals, gatherings and family time filled with colour, delicious food, love and generosity. India is a place of deep connection…
Living a simple life everyday with practice, nourishing food, rest and time for reflection fills our spirits up. We tune in to the energy of Durga for strength and protection, Kali for transformation…
I have not been able to write much, as the cold I picked up in Delhi has almost dropped me to my knees. I know the biggest lesson is mine: learning to receive love and care from others…
We delight in the pride and joy our hosts show in sharing culture through food and service. The sharing of food and the culture that shapes it is a ritual that shapes and expands our hearts…
We have settled into a rhythm of meditation, Asana practice, and enjoyment of three incredible meals every day. Feeling blessed by the simplicity of life here. For me, it is practice, teaching…
Oh, how we treasure circle time together to share ourselves! We chant, listen to stories of the goddesses and grow in understanding of each other. Beautiful, wise goddesses are gathered here…
We’re not sure who started it, but Mysore practice broke out into dancing!
This journey has given me a deeper understanding of myself and really slowed me down. By grace, I started to get sick with a cold almost right away. I found myself skipping dinner a couple of nights…
