journey

Kitchen is where the Hearth is

Cooking at Yoga Farm is the most fun I have had in any kitchen. We use as many ingredients directly from the farm as possible. Root vegetables, fresh ginger, starfruit and peppers graced almost every meal. As long as hot sauce was on the table, everybody was happy. Volunteers and sometimes guests help prepare the evening meal in two hour sessions. This picture shows my room-mate and fellow volunteer, Aida and Sarah (skirt in the background). An atmosphere of warmth…

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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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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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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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Road Trip West

Following the beat of dharma to Denver, seeking, driving, listening to the heart… Road Trip West from kamala rose. From the east coast, moving to the Rocky mountains of Colorado, USA was an American Dream. The great Road Trip adventure of 2008 began in Vermont with a two car caravan headed to the great wild west.

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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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Language of Anomie

Different to have to struggle so hard for each sentence.  It is extremely good for me to have that and speaking other languages gives a sense of anonymity which I crave… Prague gives me the anonymity I once sought, but like most other affectations, I didn’t like it so much once I got there. To be anonymous is like being invisible or conditionally ignored.  To be seen as an object, a foreign concept that is both alluring and insidious at…

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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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Fruit of Calabria

The next day we continue our expedition to the second archeological ruin atop the nearby mountain.  At the base a shrine and chapel to the statue of Mary.  The cactuses here grow  rampant along the slope of the mountain we hiked up to get there.  We arrived early, before ten o’clock and stayed for several hours.  Lizards run around, changing colors as they travel over the hot sandy rocks, and playing in the bushes. Fruit seems so abundant in the…

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