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One Last Rice Mess: Biryani in Bangalore and Heading for Chiang Mai

That Feeling: Waking up from the quiet of dream sleep, that space where you thought there was sound but realize now that this, this new...

My Vacation in this Body: Reflections on 30 days of yoga in rural India

I didn’t think I would cry at the graduation ceremony, but alas. One of my classmates stood up, got sentimental, and the tears bubbled...

"Selfie? Please thanks!"

On posing with strangers, feasting from banana leaves, and who's got claim to yoga In early November, I bought a ticket to southern...

Drinking Saltwater: Hatha Yoga kriyas and the path of acceptance

I feel the wind on my face skin and imagine myself staying still in a hug. Imagine myself in joy. I fill my water bottle and hear the...

Giving a Cow a Bath, and Other Happenings in India

A man drives a rickshaw for a living. Does he like it? Does he have community? Does he support a family? Does he work long hours to...

Yoga, Quiet, & My Place In It

Beginnings of a month-long advanced teacher training in the peace and wilds of southern India It’s week two of a month long intensive...

Day 1 in Mysore: Doing Ashtanga in its Birth Place & Learning to Value the Why

My first night in Mysore, I took the recommendation of the hostel host and walked south toward a lake he had pointed to on a map. I wound...

White kid in an Eastern town: On not knowing what to order or how to eat it

I made it to Mysore from the Bangalore airport by 4 hour bus ride, the final leg of the longest travel “day” of my wanderer life. I...

Empathic Travel, Impromptu India and the Long Getting-There

We are 8.5 hours around the side of the big world, all of us together. This aisle seat man and his cousin back there behind us somewhere....