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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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Beaches by bike

From Punta Banco to Pavones, it’s a long ride to internet and the store from which you can buy batteries or get money. Best to get off and take a swim a few times on the way back. Still making the best of the trip. Teaching a few times per week and working at Yoga Farm with gardening, harvesting and cooking. Getting ready to leave soon though!

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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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Road trip to Vegas

Vegas baby, I had good reasons to go and not a single thing keeping me in Denver the first weekend of October, 2008. The video is of the red rocks and desert canyons I passed through to get there. Utah desert from kamala rose on Vimeo.

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Train from Amsterdam to Prague

Oisín dropped me off at the station, with plenty of time to buy tickets and get on the train.  After driving through Germany all day, I was glad to be getting home to Prague in a few more hours before work tomorrow. I was only a little concerned because I had to change trains in Dresden Central station, but no big deal, nine minutes should be enough.  I remembered, from arriving there on Friday, it would only be 1 stop…

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Čtvrtek v lednu

Address: Washingtonova in case you’re interested. I have to admit some guilt on this thing, as I am already more focused on the technical writing job at Strom.  I’ve been thinking about it so much, I guess this is just the opening and closing of the respective doors. Had my last meet with Eva today, who told me about the terrible things still being done to Gypsies in the Czech Republic in the small towns outside of Prague. It destroys…

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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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Petrin Hill

The stone stairways going up to fort and older castle ruins atop the hills, lies the observatory, for watching the splendor of the ever changing skies in greater detail.  I walked there last night, my first visit.  I found an enchanted garden and a magic workshop gallery.  In a house in the forest, like fairy tales of Hansel and Gretel finding the witches cottage deep within the woods. The thicker growths of summer leaves, at their fullest spreading over the jade and…

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A night at Duende

Sidewalk musicians play the blues on the Charles Bridge while the blazing embers of the summer sun begin to fade behind Prague Castle.  Rounded cobblestones meet the perpendicular angles of the platform mules I balance in with sharp abrasive taps.  I tighten my core as I weave through ambling crowds of tourists gawking at the saints perched on the thousand year old passageway, training for competition with the beautiful Slovakian princesses and Italian models that now glide past me, smoothly…

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Malá Strana, Prague

The suspension of disbelief that comes from living among cobblestone roads, castles, thousand year old bridges and buildings, and people from every corner of the earth is thick with tangible speculation. Who is that woman walking down the street?  Is she the daughter of the ambassador toSweden, a Polish princess, or an American tourist? Perhaps a movie star or some dot com entrepreneur hiding behind oversized opaque black sunglasses.  The man walking next to her could as easily be her…

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