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Yoga on the beach

This morning we did a photo session after yoga class. It was awesome. The other girls here are Niki, Erika (a phenomenal yoga teacher) and Sarah. Sarah’s boyfriend Marek is the photographer. He’s a professional and we are lucky to have them staying at Yoga Farm with us. Waking up at dawn, morning yoga classes, Erika is teaching some really cool warrior sequences that I will learn. We dedicated classes each day to each of the chakras last week, finishing…

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Summer in the City

Somewhere between the green mountains surrounding the Queen city with Champ’s friendly wave and the hard steamy pavement, hustle and loud echoes of streets clamoring up the fire escape of the 5th floor walk-up in the upper east side, I realized I had no desire to return to Europe.  Not never, just not right now… The walk from my apartment on the Upper East side every morning to my “office” at the Starbucks on the corner of 80th and York…

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Duben Ghosts of Freedom

I never felt closer to my American heritage (except for maybe during the Olympics this winter) than when Obama came to Prague in April 2010. How odd, this visit, falling between the bombs in the Moscow Metro of Lubyanka and the death of the Polish President, Lech Kaczynski, before the Iceland volcano eruptions, spraying ash into the aerospace closing down European airspace. Our freedom and safety does indeed rest on precarious energies. Obama’s speech was a moving reiteration of the shared…

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Chasing the Grail

It occurred to me in sivasanah yesterday that I came back here to attend things that were never quite finished years ago, and now have been given all new directions. The vision I had was of a horse and rider, on a beach. He threw at me a white orb. It was my dream as well, last night. It must have been a snowball. I woke this morning to snow, falling, making everything clean and fresh, feeling good again. I…

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Holiday Markets of Old Town Prague

Through the cold snow of Prague before Christmas, we walk from markets in Staroměstské náměstí to Mala Strana smelling the bread, fried meat and sweets of Czech delicacies. We tread the slippery cobbled streets carefully dodging tourists watching the astronomical clock in Old Town square with decorated trees and watercolor prints of the Charles bridge. The Christmas markets, selling trinkets that are not junk made in China, like in Napoli, but hand crafted amber jewelry from Poland. They have woven…

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Velvet Praha

This month marks the 20th anniversary of the Velvet Revolution. A lot of holidays in honor of the induction of democracy to formerly occupied Communist Prague. It would be nice to say everything went perfectly after that but capitalism has its pitfalls as well. However, life here is very genuine and has the spark of magic still, after a thousand of years. Prague is a multicultural mecca between the East and the West, choosing freedom over a life of mundane bowing;…

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Seaside Lotus

Krishnamurti, teacher of many things, I am studying this, and many philosophies.  Its easy to see why so many great thinkers came from Italy, it is the natural progression of the human to wonder why we are given the beauty of this place… It is possible to disconnect from the trap of the rat race and be introspective, here between the sea and the mountains, far from everything I know- even the English language.  The distance from here is enough…

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Fall of the Wall Graffiti in Berlin

Stepping off the plane in Berlin, collecting luggage,  I am glad for the rail system that will take me into the big apple of Europe. Berlin is covered in graffiti. Art reflects life and right now Berlin is celebrating the fall of the wall in 1989. Dinah tells me about the Wall and where it was before the fall and we drive along the fault line from West to East to get from the main train station to her house. Colorful…

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American gypsy

The following class we picked up with the Indians at Thanksgiving theme.  Marcel was most attentive.  Asking me to describe Indians, the class was eager to have first hand information from a real Indian. I had done a great deal of thinking and preparation for this class trying to articulate the most accurate symbolism I could find, yet I had little understanding of the European hatred of the Roma people within their own society. Now, if I was to make…

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Teatro Ruderi

It feels as old as it looks when your voice echoes through the mountainside and the inside of the walls of the amphitheater near the church ruins.  Walking through it, my guide described events held here during the summer; music, plays and festivals.  I appreciate the theater because of its simplicity, natural acoustics in this panoramic  backdrop of mountains, valleys and Tyrrhenian blue sea. From there it was an easy walk to the first church.  It is still under reconstruction,…

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