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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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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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Velentine’s abroad 2007 still ick

Just another Tuesday in February, the dark of winter as I can easily be drawn into morbid moments of self pity.  Walking ancient cobblestoned streets, listening to echoes of Slavic conversation riochet down the narrow streets through old town square on my way to lotus, buddhist centrum on Dlhoua Street.  The yoga helped. The job is coming and the money not far behind, just a few more weeks of teaching English. Last week I had my final meeting at Strom,…

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Flowers in full bloom

Glowing sunrises and sunsets illuminate the Vltava, the Castle and my favorite verdant wooded escape, Petrin Hill. Days pass and sometimes after midnight I found myself under the watchful eyes of statues and saints, sitting cross legged on the edges of the Charles bridge scribbling my blues away. One of my favorite journalists said that Prague was a place to explore loneliness and she wasn’t kidding.  I have never been so surrounded by happy kissing couples as I am in…

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