The rain falls outside the foggy windows of the van, inside, the smoke curls in the condensed air, wrapped under the multiple layers of blankets, my head nestled into the excessive number of throw pillows. Ignoring the water leaking through a series of invisible cracks in the window seals, that I still haven’t fixed for … Continue reading FirstDazeInCanadia.
I find myself sitting in Starbucks, a rare occasion, strictly for the Wi-Fi and not the overrated yet surprising reasonable priced coffee. I look around for some sort of inspiration, starring at my oily keyboard and feeling guilty about the bacon and egg muffin I just ate 12 hours passed an ‘official’ breakfast, and I … Continue reading ToughtsOnNoSubject.
And as I lay there, 4000 meters above sea level, having eaten two tabs of acid a few hours prior to this moment, listening to the sound of the bells as the mountain yak roam the alpine region of the Annapurna ranges in the Himalayas. Starring up and out into the nothingness, the clouds around … Continue reading OnTopOfTheWorld. |The Himalayas|
Friends had told me many things about a YTTC (Yoga Teacher Training Course), 200,300,500 hours under the supervision of some real yogis, following a strict regime of Yoga, Pranayama, Shatkarma, Meditation, Ayurveda, anatomy and philosophy. These are the general subjects one will study upon entering the course, specific course’s will include something extra like massage … Continue reading Yoga In Rishikesh. My|YTTC
The past is the past, if anything is more reassured from my time spent in India its that we must all try to be free within the present, I lost my last piece of writing and I find it hard to go over every detail again and put down into words, so I’m just going … Continue reading India IsOver/ThePastIsThePast.
HeWonderedHeWanders. 13|05|18 Is there pleasure in roaming life as the nomad? What is it like? How is it one can support his travels for so long? How does one can keep moving without security or a career? One just does, where there is a will to leave behind everything one once knew there is a … Continue reading Wandered.
Lake Side. 08|05|18 I let go of another feather, into the winds as if the birds take flight again, as it drifts out into the distance, I let go of the tensions, I’ve created in my mistakes that have taken place due to my incompetence, the stubbornness is a stressful mess, I am trying to … Continue reading LakeSide.