They say that time heals all wounds. To a certain degree, I agree. Some wounds disappear from view and lived…
Timing is Everything (or an inkling at the far edge of India)
From my earliest days in Bali, whenever I heard a new friend or yoga instructor speak of their travels and sojourns in India, I’d catch an unmistakable spark in their eyes. Their words gave me a glimpse and glimmer into the enchanting qualities of a country that, despite its poverty, filth and masses, captures the minds and spirits of millions of travelers, expats and pilgrims from around the world. It took a while for me to come around, but soon I felt a growing pulse: deep inside I knew that India awaited me too. But when and for what purpose, I was yet unsure. Until I was.
It Could Always Be Worse
The Year of the Virus has been a decidedly rough tumble for my dad. After teetering at the threshold of…
Beach of Revelations
Build it, and they will come. At least, that was the plan when an environmental initiative recently took root across…
The Liminal Sessions
We all need outlets for the emotional roller coaster that we’re riding together; the losses and the loop – of…
A Reflection on (my) Dental Health
Never before has the prospect of opening my mouth -’sans mask’ – been so fraught with risk. For the first…
The Balinese, Still Rising to the Occasion
In the last two decades, the Balinese people have endured extraordinary challenges: a series of bombings that killed foreigners and…
Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear
“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear” is a safety warning that is engraved on the passenger side mirrors…
The Phoenix Cycles Again
The last time I rode a bicycle was in Battambang, Cambodia. In the early afternoon of January 25, 2009, the…
Life is a Masquerade
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” ~ James…