tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41999040034810680902023-11-15T23:42:57.237-08:00Live, Love, LaughThis is the shared experience of India. Click here to see what I'm up to. Soon, you'll come with me for a yoga retreat or cultural immersion tour all your own.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-13227014318054127382011-03-14T00:51:00.000-07:002011-03-14T02:31:48.140-07:00First Class view vs. Local immersion in the end Love<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;">First Class </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ride & view of the countryside.</span><br /><br />Here are the outskirts of New Delhi to Haridwar. Final destination point was Rishikesh.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxmmGHoM99gjGZV12nY1i9ze4rOyj-C4Tk2rHB5G95LEv76Cmwea8K751z2oh8_Rgqn2lxKcmu57rt3S1Yr7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I was served coffee, tea, water, breakfast, more tea and then fruits. I sat in a comfy air-conditioned cabin as I looked at the poverty, hunger and homeless from a clean window. I sat next to a businessman from the UK. I tried to make conversation on the who-what-where-why... he didn't want to be bothered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Look closer...</span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2la6UUNO9ZYFD50gkvkWmZf0GvShPK_VZNrWPxB3yMxsF4KZnVlojj_jdwo8QXxuxRpLN3oUipC_2ZIGlOw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">If you look closely you will see people squatting alongside the railroad tracks (:18 mark) Do you know why? They are using the 'bathroom'. They are those who are homeless, and sleeping among the muck you see. The Indian government does have a trash/waste service, but they're so far behind it'd take billions and whole army several years to clean it all up. The people here who beg, are really, truly, begging for sustenance...for life. This brought me to tears deep in my core. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;">Local Class </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ride & view of the countryside.</span> On my way back from Rishikesh, I took a local car out of Haridwar back to New Delhi because there were no seats available in First Class. Here I discovered India, it's people and its Soul.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyQQXwXzl2F3puAnxNDUTtbvLXlgj6etPugSmGX-aQMJtyye7kT5rZa5nziRpXUbJimWaxY_OGpYp_XUREv' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We shared the food all around us. The beautiful woman sitting in pink, across me, shared oranges with us. She was fasting that day. She fed us all.<br /><br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSecDP24medCngSDStJwPCZ911h38cGjrxK9xuOZ_3jYfX88mOmsIjJBs8wW2DyVqScILoRHvz-G6qefUGfA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This group of friends on their way back from Rishikesh became my instant friends. Pamma near the windo, Viky (Davinder... he is a doctor). <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">They have the better videos by far.</span> They bought me peanuts when we boarded and then a rish dish of food at a later stop.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_oJMJznz57s74Fo1tCPnQu2rpzyzjVm10gSRE0WTd83Y7-M0yUNVXtMmdYP5dMdt6UtMdxVL6eNZbJzFRvFwhPTxXEtkHQRBg5V-8ZXUoXZHeDJ5Q1llYldVIh4S-_NmCctvwcHiHIo6/s1600/100_0321.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_oJMJznz57s74Fo1tCPnQu2rpzyzjVm10gSRE0WTd83Y7-M0yUNVXtMmdYP5dMdt6UtMdxVL6eNZbJzFRvFwhPTxXEtkHQRBg5V-8ZXUoXZHeDJ5Q1llYldVIh4S-_NmCctvwcHiHIo6/s320/100_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583851519823492002" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2I_kis1XTlYcj1s0DbCnggBK3ofOK7xBATyf5LQwzyXZfGj0QuikrR7I8fsNGbcVPAl_r52N2r2e2quHDYYdTu14Jn6_6kd4q5iqYnklXXuMJVM-LP2lPdw9nk9XE15hFkEKkF4EKJwm/s1600/100_0329.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2I_kis1XTlYcj1s0DbCnggBK3ofOK7xBATyf5LQwzyXZfGj0QuikrR7I8fsNGbcVPAl_r52N2r2e2quHDYYdTu14Jn6_6kd4q5iqYnklXXuMJVM-LP2lPdw9nk9XE15hFkEKkF4EKJwm/s320/100_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583851525427250610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">These people became my <span style="font-weight: bold;">friends.</span> These guys made themselves remote protectors of me... they email every day asking me where I am and how is my trip is going. They want to see photos. And they pray it is good for me and I am happy and safe. One is instructing me he says, how to approach things in the right way... he says... not because he's a fan of yoga, but because: " i'm your frd not fan and frd guide right way "</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I am crying at thoughts of leaving this place. </span> I shared this with Vicky on my last night in Delhi via email, and he said that he is crying with me and said: "and one last word again for you.. you are a good woman and your heart is indian and you are one only one."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">But he is just one representation of everyone I have met. The families I have stayed with. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All have been guiding me along this journey.</span></span><br />They are texting me every day asking my whereabouts... passing along prayers for a safe and enjoyable trip; being punctual about having me message them when I arrive.. wanting to know every step of my way... how it is going and thanking God for it all.... just over and over and over again... blessing me over and over... saying hello in the morning and wishing me good night.<br /></span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-73657958120186410092011-03-14T00:28:00.000-07:002011-03-14T02:29:23.805-07:00Living India.... sometimes like a Local, others like a curious tourist<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...sometimes like a Local... </span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxD832er2ldcVXo0Jl5AF8iSWDxJHPy8MjQ-V-p-lRhH6yRdxLzSBJ-7bJe27dlT57vXnmemhGBdZsZ1e7HlA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">taking an auto-rick (motorized rickshaw) to the airport</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> because it's least expensive... and afterall, you gotta experience it full speed.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> others like a curious Tourist.. the Mehendi Art experience in which I got 'schooled'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Read: <a href="http://anitabelize.blogspot.com/2011/02/price-of-streetwise-education-400.html">Streetside Education</a></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyE0VkDOjFEg7jZ_amspHkW-iI7go6__YetCNM6W6DLLqXFd5sfg2nbHr4ounmLpKLq7O507hjvhfn7aZyTkA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lisa Frost behind the camera lens... she's hired!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">DELHI TRAFFIC is for everyone... locals and tourists alike.. can you handle it?</span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkcfAt8xtkZlIouk_lmZ6Hhj8c4GHqi7vHNDoJoexL_0LrrGLM0B5JwG8NqsPKhi4CqV2yoI-pF-x7dmE6kw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The traffic in India is insane... I call it complete <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Order in Chaos</span>.... it's absolutely mindboggling and takes a day or so.. maybe never... to get used to. It doesn't bother me any more... so I guess I passed "Go".<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-10894730652102629952011-03-14T00:01:00.001-07:002011-03-14T02:09:46.443-07:00Oh, oh, ohhhh there's Video!!<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">My Mom in Patiala is the best chef in all of Punjab! </span></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwT3LzVluwSc4nLgunPGxXFLSth-0_h9_bBUIAKcYrQpVQMELvveKvPG7nRPj3MYzWRrnzbApdeJSUpulZfHw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is well known that the Punjab's.. and also in the Northern part of India-- has the tastiest cuisine in the country. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ9LxQKGlLxMMamDBh4R-gO2Qy4sSUYQNgUztbXgQ2iyHrgrccssNjsWgpj_nUs7Y6KfhmCbz-12stik5SgykIKDF7ZwF_OJXEAoNdQeiioe6XP8ftqNWiy1A7_hoWDwPiA5y-Xak3J-P/s1600/100_0403.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ9LxQKGlLxMMamDBh4R-gO2Qy4sSUYQNgUztbXgQ2iyHrgrccssNjsWgpj_nUs7Y6KfhmCbz-12stik5SgykIKDF7ZwF_OJXEAoNdQeiioe6XP8ftqNWiy1A7_hoWDwPiA5y-Xak3J-P/s320/100_0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583858661294237154" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOay7SXDV_lXLDTCSxuyj9dRXMPge1S8tjRkLwnKlOZugU3Zaq1a19RAY4dkYZnMI_aIm4xzcR9qcBsRXoTnVTiTPuhiqUfqrdhDDT-F6ZJ5O_y7KSHGwD3NUl8GEvnbpIt4oGATmuLBVZ/s1600/100_0396.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOay7SXDV_lXLDTCSxuyj9dRXMPge1S8tjRkLwnKlOZugU3Zaq1a19RAY4dkYZnMI_aIm4xzcR9qcBsRXoTnVTiTPuhiqUfqrdhDDT-F6ZJ5O_y7KSHGwD3NUl8GEvnbpIt4oGATmuLBVZ/s320/100_0396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583858659879561666" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywnrqbb22LKwDz66PuP9vAQR3OLWCB9DvmxvcX8IROEdj31DDMeqic139yLC_ax6NP_gkTBuOpzVcXzUrvNWVWmXrfiskQ6o7jBrXnjHGSC3_KyBb7h3z1hnDBbar7hDKQ73wFNiohpFa/s1600/100_0377.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywnrqbb22LKwDz66PuP9vAQR3OLWCB9DvmxvcX8IROEdj31DDMeqic139yLC_ax6NP_gkTBuOpzVcXzUrvNWVWmXrfiskQ6o7jBrXnjHGSC3_KyBb7h3z1hnDBbar7hDKQ73wFNiohpFa/s320/100_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583858659118081970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> I<br /><br />was blessed with a Punjab (Sikh) family who took me in as one of their own and fed me til my belly burst. And they laughed because I was hardly eating.<br />I now have a new Brother, Harsh, a new Sister, Harmandeep and a Mom and Dad... and in this case... my Dad's awesome for his rank within the police force, possibly even equal to CIA because no one really knows 'what' he does, but all I know is he got me a 4-man escort to my train on the way out of Patiala back to New Delhi... kinda felt like the President with Secret Service around me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Photo: Jasjit Grewal, Harmandeep, Dad, Mom</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;">The smallest backdrop expert I've ever seen.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Lodhi Garden (New Delhi)</span></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxWflzQHy_1PIFFY9d34xwVN_VQbyLlMKAUfUQQF_k8bVEu7E914_Fo5gWpYNsveu87Pp_wuD3KCUx9AaEpCQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />The law in India is that all children up to the age of 14 should be studying, or in school.<br />It is provided for free to most. Officially, they can not work, but this child was performing for money. His older brother alongside with a drum.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-79094179744662175642011-03-09T03:35:00.000-08:002011-03-09T05:24:21.219-08:00Enter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIbn39gv8HR7c9scVzrvJE4grib8Kc2NEPXQXmDHKjlYUK3Kty-DP-kdbLAFqVo1ToyXaH7kA77qkMVZfWC_0ZrcjejlBx2gUhK-6ES7GHSV6BHrc9sJA8owjY8uQ8nxZVFi_46ZOlz7r/s1600/100_0459.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIbn39gv8HR7c9scVzrvJE4grib8Kc2NEPXQXmDHKjlYUK3Kty-DP-kdbLAFqVo1ToyXaH7kA77qkMVZfWC_0ZrcjejlBx2gUhK-6ES7GHSV6BHrc9sJA8owjY8uQ8nxZVFi_46ZOlz7r/s320/100_0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582061585623928962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Whirlwind trip(s) since I left Rishikesh.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Auto-Rickshaw, Bus, Train, Train, Plane, Bus and good ole Pedestrian skills.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNfnrlD7c80Mu4dqsOgGNCfGaajyMpo37GNpf6CnHBRORSSdWYgLbZaZtvsDdfLnNFhIE2-3LzzUyVu08bOqm8f5Y0cP0MwJC0S3-sKg8Zu-gxPkXhTw59A8F8H8_S7i5yauEVQHr9NeF/s1600/100_0423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNfnrlD7c80Mu4dqsOgGNCfGaajyMpo37GNpf6CnHBRORSSdWYgLbZaZtvsDdfLnNFhIE2-3LzzUyVu08bOqm8f5Y0cP0MwJC0S3-sKg8Zu-gxPkXhTw59A8F8H8_S7i5yauEVQHr9NeF/s320/100_0423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582059549378334450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />From Rishikesh Took a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=1171852294&aid=83946#%21/photo.php?fbid=1860953521535&set=a.1860891879994.109947.1171852294&theater">local train to Patiala</a>. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">DID NOT ever make it to Amritsar</span>.. but stayed with an amazing family.... adopted a Mother, Father, Sister and Brother and got fed some of the BEST INDIAN FOOD on the planet... apparently the Punjabs do it the best, but I didn't know it at the time.. I was just in heaven. And I'm proud to say, my Mama makes the best Saag hands down.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5sytoFT9q3B06SAvxt2SuMtFwrGds6IKrnjeMlXq67lrmwcK0-44nfcySRPqKQZUwcHZFb6eiEJM1NHJu4Q-dRuKNVKjWpacPRRxXCqbqEMeTJQIpzJJRdjaBQ2uNZ9imx__zOYGv9zl/s1600/100_0498.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5sytoFT9q3B06SAvxt2SuMtFwrGds6IKrnjeMlXq67lrmwcK0-44nfcySRPqKQZUwcHZFb6eiEJM1NHJu4Q-dRuKNVKjWpacPRRxXCqbqEMeTJQIpzJJRdjaBQ2uNZ9imx__zOYGv9zl/s320/100_0498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582058085381403042" border="0" /></a><br />Stayed in Patiala for a few nights <span style="font-style: italic;">(wish I had those photos here to upload), </span>and then went back to NewDelhi for two nights... Stayed back with <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=1171852294&aid=83946#%21/photo.php?fbid=1861095365081&set=a.1860891879994.109947.1171852294&theater">Lisa Frost</a>, whose been the most amazing U.S. connection here... soul sistas for sure! She took me directly to a small gathering w/ wine and appetizers and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=1171852294&aid=83946#%21/photo.php?fbid=1860894280054&set=a.1860891879994.109947.1171852294&theater">a barrel of laughter</a>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A DAY LATER... I'm in the most serene place imaginable.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcI8exQI_NDHH4adgyAj1-NO2-Gm8xzh14Dyk_jcY3FCTOUYVNoK_fEhG8q3mYlyNv9iPHkUxlItBd_n7xvIZzaCizUBbRD1uJeCDHfZzDVPIfXc5rY-0G3O9-u-aiPm-zSDJ-ACNYhB4/s1600/100_0480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcI8exQI_NDHH4adgyAj1-NO2-Gm8xzh14Dyk_jcY3FCTOUYVNoK_fEhG8q3mYlyNv9iPHkUxlItBd_n7xvIZzaCizUBbRD1uJeCDHfZzDVPIfXc5rY-0G3O9-u-aiPm-zSDJ-ACNYhB4/s320/100_0480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582058104266649826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QkqN5xzy8_9X-P0uWHjrHSfKKhuSsDpCYA6EZ6YZOkdK24QKzi-UITGuu5CgB_WtBNfM1SE5sSroIpJuAjCFCGAvDcg8cCRqE-nyv6xckKbC4TiteTCjSTL-QbzoyuL09wxrTDKpGEqc/s1600/100_0500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QkqN5xzy8_9X-P0uWHjrHSfKKhuSsDpCYA6EZ6YZOkdK24QKzi-UITGuu5CgB_WtBNfM1SE5sSroIpJuAjCFCGAvDcg8cCRqE-nyv6xckKbC4TiteTCjSTL-QbzoyuL09wxrTDKpGEqc/s320/100_0500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582058094453772146" border="0" /></a>From New Delhi, flew to Bangalore where I am wrapping up work with my team on finalizing the AnitaYoga retreats or rather... the <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Experiential Transformation Weeks</span> in collaboration with the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Life Transformation Research Foundation</span>. Got back to Naveen Varshneya, my retreat partner (founder of the LTRF) and super-duper healer's house for a brief session and catch up on the work stuff... then he sent me to the <a href="http://pyramidvalley.org/Pyramid/Home/aboutus.htm">Pyramid Village </a>do some meditations in 'the pyramid', of which he said would have a triple compound effect.<br /><br />Uh... whoa! Yeah. It happens.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">OH... BTW... you know my friend, Lucky, whom I met in Rishikesh??</span> </span>Well during our conversation I told him about Naveen, his research, and his incredible gift... and <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">I'm on the train to Delhi and get a call from him ON A TRAIN to Bangalore to come meet me Naveen </span>on the day I will arrive back in Bangalore! So, I send Dave aka <span style="font-style: italic;">Lucky</span> to meet Naveen.... I arrive... and we do our work and then Naveen sends us both to the Pyramid Village.. and wa, wa, wa, wa Wow!<br /><br />This place is truly magic. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE2UHQ0RAq03Z359fkN_15_jxtVgwT1SUvAEtt7QfmCsrFXyL0gvxeeJ60JzW42WTGEHO_yV9HAXgmkPrABV7GSpOjBQXngjBqDNXZPDnd-VkdWNZ0a1hFSL9s_V57ROUQI3UOf0C5b5a/s1600/100_0482.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE2UHQ0RAq03Z359fkN_15_jxtVgwT1SUvAEtt7QfmCsrFXyL0gvxeeJ60JzW42WTGEHO_yV9HAXgmkPrABV7GSpOjBQXngjBqDNXZPDnd-VkdWNZ0a1hFSL9s_V57ROUQI3UOf0C5b5a/s320/100_0482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582058075586802610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wasn't there only two nights. Did a full day of morning meditation, another remote therapy session w/ Naveen, another meditation and then again meditation before dinner... by evening, I wasn't sure if I was really in fact, inside my body. Like seriously.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The place is like stepping into just a teeny tiny morsel of heaven. </span></span>Everyone there just speaks with smiles and penetrating eyes and you feel something... mostly love and joy and it is very surreal.<br /><br />Of course this is MY experience, but this felt to me, like deep in the heart of India.. among the people without the chaos of the city and the noises and in the middle of nature and walking the 1.5 km in the dark night with NO lighted roadway only black sky and bright stars and the sounds of crickets and dogs... and walking throug the stip of neighborhoods, and seeing the people along the way enjoying their evening sitting out on the porchfronts, feeding their goats, or sitting side by side their cows and children just felt like walking down a driveway to a palace with the reminders of pure humanity and simplicity.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">At this writing, I'm back in Bangalore for a night.. then off to Goa to meet Lisa, again,</span> who's the most generous and gracious hostess, truly. She's invited me to join her. She runs the spa and fitness center of Leela Palance-New Delhi, so her hotel business connections allow her amazing opportunities. My bonus, is because of her, I'll stay at <a href="http://www.tajhotels.com/Promotions/Index.htm#">The Taj</a>, a 5-Star resort... when I think of the extreeeeeeeeeeeme polar opposite of places I have had to stay in on occasion on this journey. ALL have been so wonderful, and the best part is being able to be among the people, as the people truly live here... without a whole lot! So... this end of my trip at a swanky place in some repects may pale in comparison the the treasures I've had in the less than opulant surroundings.<br /><br />There are plenty of giving people in this world, and Lisa is at the top of that list. In life, when you find a gem like this, you can only be grateful and then know it's your turn to give back with the same heartfelt, genuine intention... just keep that energy flowing.. keep it flowing and going and moving and manifesting only in this kind of light and love. Motivational giving will not serve you in the end. This is how it works. And so... give... that is all.. give.. and give... nothing is yours to keep, just pass it on... and what you get in return is always more than you can even imagine or handle...Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-11603645349457075182011-03-05T23:24:00.000-08:002011-03-06T00:24:30.997-08:00PHOTOS, Photos, Clicks, clicks!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUeOv9AhdgL88jIct35GpuZ3EKamDw9Or-jISrOum854kSD9yFz18mjLVmFBsCyK3MBphTK-V48-njaop8qa4J6i0lqqLpRh8joEak-gn-aoLsDKLq4VYDYpJLK2QBYeZGqqFCOMneVFan/s1600/100_0183.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUeOv9AhdgL88jIct35GpuZ3EKamDw9Or-jISrOum854kSD9yFz18mjLVmFBsCyK3MBphTK-V48-njaop8qa4J6i0lqqLpRh8joEak-gn-aoLsDKLq4VYDYpJLK2QBYeZGqqFCOMneVFan/s320/100_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873664703929650" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">LODHI GARDEN ~ (New Delhi) </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDweyPBwRnM6Z7WlITSDrFa80ynCOheaXuH499FnWmDKDIebu6ni05CmYmP6GC9St5dg49IDILcLafFu77rE5ZRQ8PP-jVPrvi6dkzU-66B8mLYJIOU6z33wxYVXuC2yxDHIQ8RrDF8O7z/s1600/100_0035.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDweyPBwRnM6Z7WlITSDrFa80ynCOheaXuH499FnWmDKDIebu6ni05CmYmP6GC9St5dg49IDILcLafFu77rE5ZRQ8PP-jVPrvi6dkzU-66B8mLYJIOU6z33wxYVXuC2yxDHIQ8RrDF8O7z/s320/100_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580872158882345378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">FIRST Opportunity to upload photos. </span></span><br />Been in cyber cafes, but not w/ my own computer to share the pics.. or clicks, as they call photos here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFN0QSXCm9KDd_GCi6ZiK3Bpn4Tz_y8GEkDY8GsfDlH1CRosiWOFxHvCoH8GxLHX__VfhilhKH1n_zYYfghIa-ywlr2ZpYfFgkEJTdPFgYY7IPJjrxpRb_FrP-UPJdvj-eA4U-Busu8ki/s1600/100_0020.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFN0QSXCm9KDd_GCi6ZiK3Bpn4Tz_y8GEkDY8GsfDlH1CRosiWOFxHvCoH8GxLHX__VfhilhKH1n_zYYfghIa-ywlr2ZpYfFgkEJTdPFgYY7IPJjrxpRb_FrP-UPJdvj-eA4U-Busu8ki/s320/100_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580866738702042194" border="0" /></a><br />Leaving Denver, CO<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEi1ylDwvdlZOU_ZoS_zipD9M_1xiVrlzIQ5TyY_HdhKl9U-mJC39c9jTPfvaL_wqQtAUVlZenU_nvTrbXmxKzSobATnnbQ_LtUFpsub1vyuPAL4El7G0RvMsGvqe4nMAinoBfzff4coB/s1600/100_0024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEi1ylDwvdlZOU_ZoS_zipD9M_1xiVrlzIQ5TyY_HdhKl9U-mJC39c9jTPfvaL_wqQtAUVlZenU_nvTrbXmxKzSobATnnbQ_LtUFpsub1vyuPAL4El7G0RvMsGvqe4nMAinoBfzff4coB/s320/100_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580866748893334338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sunita...</span> my first Indian Mother who adopted me. </span>She sat next to me on the plane. Made me put my feet on her lap so I could rest comfortably on the 14.5hr flight. She is so beautiful! We shared food and stories and then big hugs and tears, tears, tears upon departure at the baggage claim. Sunita refused to let me carry my carry-on into the airport. She said I was a guest to her home. And when we set foot in the airport she gave thanks and said: Welcome to my home, our Country!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-SxG9FRG2oYIzVuxFnGPdo0CfhATm810FfO1p3fMV07ZveJ896nEMxT3lwZY8-O6JJyKsyYlz3hVuStaKKC19ernT2stFjTN2smFa95C9qEyFMHVjwhBoUUzOL_zdnUA6jYhwPa85BW8/s1600/100_0023.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-SxG9FRG2oYIzVuxFnGPdo0CfhATm810FfO1p3fMV07ZveJ896nEMxT3lwZY8-O6JJyKsyYlz3hVuStaKKC19ernT2stFjTN2smFa95C9qEyFMHVjwhBoUUzOL_zdnUA6jYhwPa85BW8/s320/100_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580866754897951442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6b8F5DPjp4WIFu2bfPYCjxRfVQfsyy-WeRojL-9kaDIWShZq8ksmHWjYFuTFgnbMH4mlBVA7pcs3hZ-obkmtdqPjN9KlqKM-gjk3gCgkW18Nmw21DWgWDP38fH_noQotMKTgpwu8tZk_h/s1600/100_0022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6b8F5DPjp4WIFu2bfPYCjxRfVQfsyy-WeRojL-9kaDIWShZq8ksmHWjYFuTFgnbMH4mlBVA7pcs3hZ-obkmtdqPjN9KlqKM-gjk3gCgkW18Nmw21DWgWDP38fH_noQotMKTgpwu8tZk_h/s320/100_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580866745388174066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Mudras greet you when you descend on the escalators to Immigration Counters</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbKMYZk1lHtEUZtMbRHdvjOeCaPMd1ZzkDnehy8tJMp5g9oWrEReyitCvSDYrCjLGACJVPfYPdDukt47DrMHvk5Xj2BBdIkeBRoOLrtwXE2TP_ChFSUp1n2mXpdT-NauRMe0_3SN6Dqo-/s1600/100_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbKMYZk1lHtEUZtMbRHdvjOeCaPMd1ZzkDnehy8tJMp5g9oWrEReyitCvSDYrCjLGACJVPfYPdDukt47DrMHvk5Xj2BBdIkeBRoOLrtwXE2TP_ChFSUp1n2mXpdT-NauRMe0_3SN6Dqo-/s320/100_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580866758107960930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My first bedroom in New Delhi</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaY4brekab83jy6N4ikW7AJoDloAt6onT__cFksxBY8y532TJQEtsGVhP0ySDFEwdX9D0I03KNKibWGQZItjVJNUWlzSsaQ12Xjvr7aC1lA0GboXciL5A2tIkPZQsRs99TyIWVINU-OXpG/s1600/100_0032.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaY4brekab83jy6N4ikW7AJoDloAt6onT__cFksxBY8y532TJQEtsGVhP0ySDFEwdX9D0I03KNKibWGQZItjVJNUWlzSsaQ12Xjvr7aC1lA0GboXciL5A2tIkPZQsRs99TyIWVINU-OXpG/s320/100_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580870050353250274" border="0" /></a><br />View from my bedroom<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapletqocFcN5Ao-gG1uCbj0akqa4PJMytlCfDtjO-qmR-2mizmqNnbYkJa0AryvfWcUN6mXJjrZLFxgQ3y7Jc4mcMs5ZDIDpZWg5gozUi95HvRTOnwiOCJzzr8DjFuu7q7ItC4KWbbwSM/s1600/100_0034.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapletqocFcN5Ao-gG1uCbj0akqa4PJMytlCfDtjO-qmR-2mizmqNnbYkJa0AryvfWcUN6mXJjrZLFxgQ3y7Jc4mcMs5ZDIDpZWg5gozUi95HvRTOnwiOCJzzr8DjFuu7q7ItC4KWbbwSM/s320/100_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580870062315709218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Lodhi Garden~</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg9UP0-TspxwA1aZ7-Sp1QSYz7wuNOPbYHNaxuwkX0kQ2Y7TWURo_-KvRnyp6xjKgcsDGbtN9RlC-9grCiPos0b6vbQ0Lde2NsrvKPtFGovpKKTncU_1SI5mF1UWsmrgzfMALCvKpXD1AR/s1600/100_0174.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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It's like the central park of New York.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4p2lBtlzW_XD58ChYm2h_XjIbTwI59wL_jJJHi8suUVWZYyaPemO_KI3AKmwZK8TYP5nUHmNiVVRVptVuwHHtqi14jsbfWokEUjS8AgVOSYSJWVzOfPPs899l_SgJWzKhVlZg8yxAwoU/s1600/100_0230.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4p2lBtlzW_XD58ChYm2h_XjIbTwI59wL_jJJHi8suUVWZYyaPemO_KI3AKmwZK8TYP5nUHmNiVVRVptVuwHHtqi14jsbfWokEUjS8AgVOSYSJWVzOfPPs899l_SgJWzKhVlZg8yxAwoU/s320/100_0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580875783142390738" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQcEMPGTi080rzqkXFzSvgPWrqpyl9jXEN6wO904iwhMr_UDuOPHwvClopjpR5iEVAa7Ho5DeFNDBhZfG0_ExfFa6M2emkF1jQnAy9vRbaAhKLFTOc6HUwgzXxmqJMXwPrg0dBnyT4cy0/s1600/100_0229.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQcEMPGTi080rzqkXFzSvgPWrqpyl9jXEN6wO904iwhMr_UDuOPHwvClopjpR5iEVAa7Ho5DeFNDBhZfG0_ExfFa6M2emkF1jQnAy9vRbaAhKLFTOc6HUwgzXxmqJMXwPrg0dBnyT4cy0/s320/100_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580875782574655890" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVk1V5f26uMmFoJ0GX81bqInNHazC1g3kcHLy_Wmzi_eXjDSUpreb8wLuGR8T_01iggA8WPhGkdIT_8j1jqMysH6WFzcgIeHkAagZfZQNrhOG0aiEvGMIoQ6hSWfsKvBtTLe-BckXs-EdJ/s1600/100_0225.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVk1V5f26uMmFoJ0GX81bqInNHazC1g3kcHLy_Wmzi_eXjDSUpreb8wLuGR8T_01iggA8WPhGkdIT_8j1jqMysH6WFzcgIeHkAagZfZQNrhOG0aiEvGMIoQ6hSWfsKvBtTLe-BckXs-EdJ/s320/100_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580875771025996114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THIS IS A LOCAL BUS.. and the food service. Then there was my first class train ride from New Delhi to Haridwar and the meal: egg white omlet, bread and butter, some tea (chai) and<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Bus station in Haridwar... took a local bus to Rishikesh for 22Rs- which is less than 50 cents for a 25km trip</span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-61326916330421340682011-03-02T08:46:00.001-08:002011-03-06T00:25:31.550-08:00Downloaded the Upgrade. Moving Onward and Upward<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRCxFUsbNGzR_cuk1SrqobxZ2uvAhOwG8CW0wAtzG-ZTx8TX2prAqieBYTJ7B7tC5HLRnMQXB8MTCcIp1X7_Zkyodmotv784IZ1d_VJRAFNp4KTqtES1DU436wZUD71oMX7jrq4wFm1Tb/s1600/golden-temple-500.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRCxFUsbNGzR_cuk1SrqobxZ2uvAhOwG8CW0wAtzG-ZTx8TX2prAqieBYTJ7B7tC5HLRnMQXB8MTCcIp1X7_Zkyodmotv784IZ1d_VJRAFNp4KTqtES1DU436wZUD71oMX7jrq4wFm1Tb/s400/golden-temple-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579709294956718178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Rain came this afternoon. Guess it's time to leave Rishikesh.</span></span><br />Funny, as the rain has been the sign for me upon each arrival to a new place, and upon my departures. I had just finished booking my train ticket to Patiala (in the Punjab State in NW India) when the afternoon rain began.<br /><br />So I'll reconnect with my friend, Jasjit and his family and go to Amritsar, of which you see pictured here.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">This morning, I was still wondering about all I've been experiencing here ( </span>in Rishikesh) and absorbing with and without my knowing and now I know. As I walked across the bridge at Laxman Juhl to meet a friend for dinner... I realized, I didn't want to hike up in the dark to the organic, Ayurvedic restaurant that's supposed to be really, super nice... and instead, I turned around and went to this local place that I saw some ashram volunteer walk into last night. I figured it has to be the local favorite.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And I got LUCKY.... yes, very lucky!! </span>I met Dave "Lucky", from Israel... and we shared an amazing hour or more... ((who's counting the time, as there is none)).... and now I know why I was supposed to come to Rishikesh. It was to have this conversation with him. Nothing more.<br />He was just sitting there, waiting for me. He had already eaten. How to explain this meeting of an unknown, but all too well known. ??<br /><br />I was wondering earlier in the day why I was here in Rishikesh.. I came under the idea I'd be attending the International Yoga Festival. I will not. The festival is now officially underway. The team of people I had planned to work with to help do a documentary and interview yogi teachers... did not go as planned, and with that, I decided to move on, even though I could stay in this nice little haven along the river and the mountains, just a skip away from Nepal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nothing is by accident. </span>I keep noticing. And now, again, another confirmation. You are always where you are supposed to be. The timing is perfect. And what you need you get. So stop 'wanting'... heh.. that's what I'm discovering more and more.<br /><br />Yes, Dave and I met.... again... but for the first time. And he will meet me in Bangalore when I arrive there to work with the team that has miraculously come together as well. Seems like, the network is weaving itself. Very cool. And well.... some things are just so precious, they are better left unsaid.<br /><br />---It is now Morning-- The rain Poured the bring in the day. I just finished an Ayurvedic/Swedish massage by a young man named Suno. I feel great! Ready for the trip to Punjab.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-91188032147407714252011-02-28T06:03:00.000-08:002011-02-28T06:25:14.923-08:00Energy Central: Rishikesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacDkLT9fZAz9MJnArhD7kwkUTySb1ooMwB9IeSy2KIyFurMm-ovmhCSFQRBT3deYDtwjqBk4JKcAk6U_RF-mQgLNmD6fdzhWFlJHmm8Kh8HRybNx3V1zxVZP-mtjFM9zMNsS1KKlIcncw/s1600/529026034zIFzuy_fs.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacDkLT9fZAz9MJnArhD7kwkUTySb1ooMwB9IeSy2KIyFurMm-ovmhCSFQRBT3deYDtwjqBk4JKcAk6U_RF-mQgLNmD6fdzhWFlJHmm8Kh8HRybNx3V1zxVZP-mtjFM9zMNsS1KKlIcncw/s320/529026034zIFzuy_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578745353968606754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Day of Enjoying it all..... </span><br />Lunch at the Pyramid Cafe with my friend, Greg, whom is just finishing his second book and I got a preview of what's to come... cool. He's wanting to spread Gratitude and Positivity. Got to catch up with him and let him know how my yoga retreats and workshops will debut soon and how I'll be working w/ the Life Transformation Foundation. We enjoyed the view and then...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9NOsAFK5puvCq0NubKuK9YnO8CYi68Nda6FZ3wLvjql-aAKcaU8E_KZstMuemTJ_r04AINHwvMc6djMf0KY_jDCyy8clV3tpqbJO_Fn-d1GFtymf81YU9OORwKJEBcL5pjpFdjjhQ3HI/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9NOsAFK5puvCq0NubKuK9YnO8CYi68Nda6FZ3wLvjql-aAKcaU8E_KZstMuemTJ_r04AINHwvMc6djMf0KY_jDCyy8clV3tpqbJO_Fn-d1GFtymf81YU9OORwKJEBcL5pjpFdjjhQ3HI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578742801889715570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRSsC1OhNrXXl4E_-4coEunL8qepVzFTgbmg1mF8XJ58VLllYZVWpjtf_VAQYo1g5_zSrvnzOmOHaYAVxQw7qGnwbhWyjWCaHN8i4UZJQVVeYJcvNXRDC2SRiG4ZNhbBnb43BULvwoAYH/s1600/Boy_with_monkey__Rishikesh_by_Marlique.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRSsC1OhNrXXl4E_-4coEunL8qepVzFTgbmg1mF8XJ58VLllYZVWpjtf_VAQYo1g5_zSrvnzOmOHaYAVxQw7qGnwbhWyjWCaHN8i4UZJQVVeYJcvNXRDC2SRiG4ZNhbBnb43BULvwoAYH/s320/Boy_with_monkey__Rishikesh_by_Marlique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578743090088370674" border="0" /></a>...the monkeys! They are everywhere! And brave. Watch your food on your table, they'll literally come grap your roti off your plate! Feeling much rested after a long day of travel just to get here. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br /><br />Had the full morning experience: yoga IN SPANISH.</span>. which was the first for me... and then a teaching with Prem Baba, whom apparently goes to Boulder, CO all the time, and I had no idea... he also does discourse in Spanish (w a translator) and I'm meeting lots of people from Spain and Argentina.. so I'm talking in Spanish in India.<br /><br />Watched the sunset atop a balcony sippin on Masala "full power spicy" chai w/ my friend, Greg. We sat there in silence in a sorta waking meditation watching the sun go down and feeling the energy of this place. Very cool.<br /><br />The International Yoga Festival begins March 1 and the documentary team I will meet and work with is arriving soon, so it'll be interesting to see how we all work together.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-32289087012688503692011-02-27T07:37:00.000-08:002011-02-28T06:03:31.517-08:00Transformation HAPPENS. It's not a path you follow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRE_4JnVNih6sbQ1Emazz-Rjzt7DwE9DXpnipnDooRksQ0fazJEyDLa-hN5PwApMSCKJ3t0SF10CRJTpe0R5tz_TiRtQhzAHmnvFCYeiM3tywxQDC9u-r6QOZm9eDRuhxtjjSLR7JhCXQR/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRE_4JnVNih6sbQ1Emazz-Rjzt7DwE9DXpnipnDooRksQ0fazJEyDLa-hN5PwApMSCKJ3t0SF10CRJTpe0R5tz_TiRtQhzAHmnvFCYeiM3tywxQDC9u-r6QOZm9eDRuhxtjjSLR7JhCXQR/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578403262478103506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTUBAkznuj9hyphenhyphenDicN06EF-nToo52JOT5R7KGpg-pE-8N8gMus5RDn2T68JnvMl-l2zKuHWEpOgOqb5vgOB86TWjMfg52YtydBD7Z4Jt_uPPOQQXNMZ0eA5EfryDhGYVc5GKgnE3RkCAUf/s1600/518fce85848d77f2bfa3125bf3cf18a1.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTUBAkznuj9hyphenhyphenDicN06EF-nToo52JOT5R7KGpg-pE-8N8gMus5RDn2T68JnvMl-l2zKuHWEpOgOqb5vgOB86TWjMfg52YtydBD7Z4Jt_uPPOQQXNMZ0eA5EfryDhGYVc5GKgnE3RkCAUf/s320/518fce85848d77f2bfa3125bf3cf18a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578403163370367506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXD5kTzdRmNTt8AQAZ4b9FAsEsVV8UTi5X3klFIB9d8RhjjVLuo038NJXDSzgnGgqhvzwDWci4u1MPpRfCtdp4X7BwuUIXXs84AeAwytZhYg4p6tUcRFkenhS5BHzX2mbyoWFjUnDHVqn/s1600/Lakshman_Jhula_bridge_Rishikesh_aa.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXD5kTzdRmNTt8AQAZ4b9FAsEsVV8UTi5X3klFIB9d8RhjjVLuo038NJXDSzgnGgqhvzwDWci4u1MPpRfCtdp4X7BwuUIXXs84AeAwytZhYg4p6tUcRFkenhS5BHzX2mbyoWFjUnDHVqn/s320/Lakshman_Jhula_bridge_Rishikesh_aa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578402680552852162" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wow... dunno even where to start..</span></span>. the trip to Rishikesh has had such a profound effect on me, I think I've experieced the extremes of all emotions the human being can... and seen the fullness of this world all in 24 hrs in the same extreme dualities in every possible situation.<br /><br />Took a train from Delhi to Haridwar today.... then a local bus from Haridwar to Rishikesh<br />The 25Km trip cost 40 Cents. It was jam packed.<br /><br />What I just learned is it is not doing yoga that makes transformation happen. It is being aware in every moment. Moreso, is when things switch within, it is from experiencing things... and so... you can't plan it. You can only practice being aware of the REALITY... not what you THINK is the reality. So it wasn't chanting or popping into bakasana that has given me insight today...<br />the rest I'll have to get back to later when all is assimilated and I'm not traveling and absorbing so much at once.<br /><br /><br />Now, I rest along the Ganges River... in the mountains... a bit of singing and teaching. I'm in Lakshman Jula... see the bridge above?? Very cool. Tomorrow:<br />Yoga at 8a a teaching in the morning, then lunch, then waterfalls... then... then... who knows.<br />AND!!!<br />I met my friend here at the internet cafe, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbsC2CqKToQ">Gregory (lucralover) Etherton</a>.. whom lives in Paris, but because I jokingly asked him to meet me in India in February.. he is here... and has been for 3 weeks... but we didn't know when or if we'd really connect, and I just arrived and thought to myself "I'm gonna run into him" and BOOM! Meet him... he happens to be staying in the same area... what are the chances??<br /><br />LOVE it that the UNIVERSE DELIVERS!!!<br /><br />More later.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-72304013606179240552011-02-23T18:49:00.000-08:002011-02-23T19:12:00.051-08:00Going with the flow, means Being in the Flow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgVBbQuZLZ6R8iqwvmMCkpGSsYPDqS2VfXksB1RBH0Q-49x6P_aExEnIbLeDE5j6JrrRbJBcyuQ2XUnkaWIDuBkZ2VSZAq1tAWC9GxBZD2WxhCtrREgmRtpqKRewyHfnX0M2QcHYO4nGr/s1600/rishikesh+1.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgVBbQuZLZ6R8iqwvmMCkpGSsYPDqS2VfXksB1RBH0Q-49x6P_aExEnIbLeDE5j6JrrRbJBcyuQ2XUnkaWIDuBkZ2VSZAq1tAWC9GxBZD2WxhCtrREgmRtpqKRewyHfnX0M2QcHYO4nGr/s400/rishikesh+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577087052563949554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Getting ready to roll.</span></span><br />Leaving Bangalore for Rishikesh via Delhi. Headed to the <a href="http://www.internationalyogafestival.com/">International Yoga Festival</a> where I will meet up with a few friends. One, from South Africa, former model and actor, <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.brettshuttleworth.co.za/images/home-photo.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.brettshuttleworth.co.za/&usg=__OQeJ15_QPmTFN7v_2bLW1V0N27o=&h=332&w=299&sz=13&hl=en&start=0&sig2=lYRP0rZV4DmtXxopEP3fyQ&zoom=1&tbnid=Y3mRSTQn-X8-aM:&tbnh=122&tbnw=109&ei=YstlTa2PLYjOrQej0vnKCA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbrett%2Bshuttleworth%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1068%26bih%3D392%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=592&vpy=65&dur=275&hovh=237&hovw=213&tx=126&ty=120&oei=YstlTa2PLYjOrQej0vnKCA&page=1&ndsp=12&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0">Brett Shuttleworth </a>and his buddy from Belgium, Bert Corsius, a documentary filmmaker. Brett teaches Consciousness Training, and cares to help shift the consciousness of the masses like myself, and Bert is also a trainer and lover of life. So we're all peas in the same pod.<br /><br />I'll also finally get to meet my friend, Mahaveer, who has been helping me coordinate the vision of yoga retreats in India.<br /><br />As things go... things were planned, but one must also be open to Grace and to follow the course that is divinely planned for you, whether it was your idea or not... SO... that being said... the original plan was to hook up with this group... interview the yogi masters there at the festival and then trek to a tropical forest land.<br /><br />I have changed my options due to some amazing goodness that I've found in this internationally diverse city of Bangalore. I love it here. Such life! The retreats that I had planned just got insanely, unbelievably BETTER. But, how could they not??<br />I am here with my meditation teacher and he introduced me to an amazing seer and healer and we are soooo all on the same page, that I am combining forces with their business vision for Shifting Consciousness and Yoga retreats and voila! So it is. YOU WILL HAVE AN EXPERIENCE... not just a trip to India, not do a bit of yoga, not just see some sights or two.. you will DISCOVER a world all your own, that exists deep within you. We have figured it all out!<br /><br /><br />I will return to Bangalore to crank out the work end, while they prepare it during my visit to Rishikesh and I will hang with my other team... do a bit of documentary work, of which, thanks to Brett's contacts and his star status.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Oprah, Ellen</span> and the<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Discovery Channel</span> have expressed interest in this film and this combined journey. I will go back to my old profession and be an anchor/reporter to talk with some of the top yogi masters at the festival and enjoy the festivities while there. Very cool. Then I'll come back to Bangalore... start some training with Naveen, so that I can also learn and be able to adminster the vibrational therapy that he has<br />discovered and teaches quite effectively.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The way divine intervention works, </span></span>is that it simply places you in the right places with the right people at the perfect time, when you are ready for it and all you need to do is be awake enough to notice that this is the opportunity and then grab it! During a session with Naveen, it was clear that we can work quite effectively together and further says that I can do what he does, all I need to do is tap in a bit. We don't 'talk', really.. we experience... so if this sounds a bit like mysticism to you...well, ok. But it's one of those things that you just have to be 'in' and experience to actually know what the heck is going on. There is no explanation for it. And so.. I fell onto his lap, on purpose, but unbeknownst to either of us. He was supposed to include me in a session with others then take me sight seeing and we have also further learned that everything I have been working on for the past 2 years and written out.. he has also been researching and doing and the concepts are exact, only he's more prepared to take it to the next level. And well... I'm already clued in because I wrote the same visions out for myself, I just wasn't as 'organized'. ha!<br /><br />So.. off to making films and doing tons of yoga and going with the flow. You have no idea what is about to unfold... and you don't need to. You need to know NOTHING, and in this place, you receive everything and somehow you know it all too.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-14371241347303937062011-02-23T01:27:00.000-08:002011-02-23T01:48:45.651-08:00How Disease or Disorder is formed in the Body<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kXPG7g_FyFBg3eJ-6bO50Ktzy5g1TtGmLAUATci0l7LTu6djhPnSUjV-jbO74bYVO-GlsT0SduKp-hBaJtLb5O9C0_K2OxeGM7fcbj3qFTWJHvRIjzkARNrH4Ji_MMVfomzf8Iyufbc5/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kXPG7g_FyFBg3eJ-6bO50Ktzy5g1TtGmLAUATci0l7LTu6djhPnSUjV-jbO74bYVO-GlsT0SduKp-hBaJtLb5O9C0_K2OxeGM7fcbj3qFTWJHvRIjzkARNrH4Ji_MMVfomzf8Iyufbc5/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576819475963515650" border="0" /></a><br />1. Any disease or disorder is formed due to the imbalance of the electro magnetic field in the body<br /><br />2. The Electro magnetic field is made of Yin and Yang<br /><ul><li>Yin is the magnetic field</li><li>Yang is the electric current</li></ul>3. The Human body has an automatic process to keep the electro magnetic field always balanced through alternate breathing of both nostrils<br /><ul><li>Breathing is PRANA (lifeforce)<br /></li><li>Breathing is effected by events, thoughts and emotions</li><li>Emotions have motion. It is the language of your Spirit or Soul<br /></li><li>Emotions travel through your body</li></ul><ul><li>i.e. if you are angry with high voltage anger, in which your whole body is vibrating and you try to stop the flow (hold it in) where does it go?? It is there stored in the body and a specific organ is affected. You are then continuously angry (whether you feel it or not), and it disturbs your breathing, it disturbs your electro magnetic field PERMANENTLY and your electro magnetic field then finds another point of balance, which is not healthy. It is out of order or not at ease... hence in dis-ease.</li></ul>And this is how disease or disorder is formed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The treatment process is simple.</span><br /><ul><li>Balance the electro magnetic field.</li><li>Raise the vibration of the body which has been damaged.</li><li>Restore breathing to normal</li></ul>Once you have been returned to normal and in balance, the job is to heal the pattern which caused this disorder in your life. i.e. so you never get angry again over the same issue.<br />This is can be done through therapy and coaching sessions to break the pattern(s).<br />Hence you will not get out of order, or you will stop attracting this same scenario(s), thus you are not in dis-order but in balance. In true health. This is what I call a LIFE TRANSFORMATIONAL experience.<br /><br />These therapy and coaching sessions are what AnitaYoga will be offering both in yoga retreats here in India and the US and at corporations during 2-day seminars once I get back. I'm here to not only experience firsthand, the therapeutic wonders of such sessions, but to make sure YOU will get what I have chosen as a path to help shift consciousness and transform the lives of everyone who is ready to roll!<br /><br />Rock on people. More to come.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-70631977235001929452011-02-22T15:56:00.000-08:002011-02-23T01:26:09.103-08:00Give me a Hug. Healers don't charge Healers.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">LOVE HEALS</span><br />This I have known deep in the core of my heart. And now, I have actually <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">experienced it</span>. There is a difference in knowing about something, like reading it in a book. But without experiencing it, you just only know it exists. It's the same with Faith. Just believing in something.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdtOYobmVLGZPQEeYBLw3j11hXTdXGyH12uAry3b4EvFpjO-k4yvVnowUx8JG10ilq_aORbTb-B2wzqRo2Y5-PHe_87IO-7HGz-Tpmh841j5wnxpnB8sc6u3nQXMHZ6gvyAFY1deKUGCN/s1600/3004e4a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdtOYobmVLGZPQEeYBLw3j11hXTdXGyH12uAry3b4EvFpjO-k4yvVnowUx8JG10ilq_aORbTb-B2wzqRo2Y5-PHe_87IO-7HGz-Tpmh841j5wnxpnB8sc6u3nQXMHZ6gvyAFY1deKUGCN/s400/3004e4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576678068563240802" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I had the opportunity to meet a new friend, and a fellow healer, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Naveen Varshneya.</span><br />He's the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Founder of the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Life Transformation Research Foundation</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">.</span><br />((soon their new website will be up))<br /><br />Naveen <span style="font-style: italic;">cures</span> people suffering with mental disorders and behavioral disorders using energy as medicine and having results within 21 to 63 days. Things like ADD, bi-polar, depression, schizophrenia, and even things like infertility, for example of which he has cured. While he works with mental imbalances, as you know any dis-harmony in the body is just blocked energy, so his mastery of skills is energy-flow based.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Naveen is-- who I will call-- Deepak Chopra with an extra bag of armor</span>. He provides one missing link that can shift the consciousness... shift the dis-ease in people, shift the old patterns ingrained in our DNA so that we do not have to carry this into our lives, into the future, or leave it for our children to inherit ("it runs in the family") into their future generations. He is a powerful healer, if you are open to receiving. What he is doing is scientifically sound. He can tell you from that point of view. He has been researching this for years and now is practicing this quite effectively with success and soon his book will be out to help the masses. All you have to do is follow the program.<br /><br />He lives down a few streets from my meditation teacher, Natesh, with whom I am staying with. Their families have been friends for some time . So I go to met Naveen, and the plan is that he will incorporate me into a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Vibrational Therapy</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">* </span>he was doing with others and then take me around town and visit some sites and do some meditation together. This didn't happen. As Divine Intervention is always at the helm.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">T</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">he cliff notes of my session:</span> </span>after the initial session we began to talk and another session began in which we were open to work together to unblock some energy still trapped in my <span style="font-style: italic;">body</span>, but of which I had released on an emotional and mental level. (There are 3 states of Being: emotion, spirit, physical)<br /><br />And in one hour, everything just melted away. He had to have me look in the mirror to see my eyes. They were diamonds sparkling! Very cool.<br /><br />Granted, he said, that this doesn't happen with everyone. And the level of Consciousness One has and where their vibrational frequency is churning has a lot to do with it, but, in an unprecedented execution, we both rolled with the session that had arrived to greet us and I opened up to receive this healing gift he was offering. I was able to recount a traumatic event step by step as he poured love into and around me. I felt this release physically, but I could also feel the transition energetically overtake the space within my body.<br /><br />This is what I call 'experiencing' the love. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">It was ONLY LOVE... </span>that was working through me. It is something you can physically, energetically, soulfully, intuitively feel taking place in that moment. There is no question. And then... you are free. And if you don't know what I mean by that... being 'free'... here, again, I will say, it must be experienced. And you must have no fear to go there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This was my experience. I want this for you. This, actually is your right. And the purpose of your journey in life.</span><br /><br />So.. the top secret weapon for the AnitaYoga retreats and the 'cultural immersion' aspect of making these yoga trips is the opportunity for you have peace in your body.... But mostly to have an 'experience'. One of which will change your life on the inside, as well. This is just one of the gems waiting for you. The journey that you will experience to trek from Mangalore to Yelneer is another. The yoga is another, the tropical forest is another and in another week or so, we will go there. Please stay tuned.<br /><br />I was so floored by the experience that when I was leaving Naveen, I felt I needed to offer him payment. He said, "Healers don't take money from healers. Give me a hug." And this, is the bonus. A new friend, of whom I love dearly.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*to balance the electro-magnetic field (yin/yang) of the body and raising the vibration of the part of the body which is suffering with disease or disorder (out of balance)</span></span>.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >the electro magnetic field is made up of Yin/Yang: Yin= the magnetic field and Yang= the electric current</span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-90679360348626025782011-02-21T02:10:00.000-08:002011-02-21T02:33:15.593-08:00Bang-a-Lore! I'm here with Lakshmi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5epnwDD6l6QEI53kcdzxu_67xgZ_8p3vfwuEpZRZR_cN0elpNPQtOJ9z_MGg49IXlKi5qDhWRekazmRQ2y3g8M_qXGY7mrXouGYVYIPSD75T6W0aQyaBn8AbIMiiQaNQPh6_WoJ8Anc55/s1600/maha_lakshmi_devi-108-names-with-meaning.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5epnwDD6l6QEI53kcdzxu_67xgZ_8p3vfwuEpZRZR_cN0elpNPQtOJ9z_MGg49IXlKi5qDhWRekazmRQ2y3g8M_qXGY7mrXouGYVYIPSD75T6W0aQyaBn8AbIMiiQaNQPh6_WoJ8Anc55/s400/maha_lakshmi_devi-108-names-with-meaning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576086448410393058" border="0" /></a>I'm in Bangalore right now and super STOKED!!! Bangalore.. the Silicon Valley of India.<br /><br />My teacher, brother, friend, Natesh, picked me up at the airport. Two years ago we met on FB and said 'one day' we will meet in person. But we knew then, we already knew each other for lifetimes. Love him. So when we met today, all we did was laugh and laugh and laugh. We are still laughing, he can't believe I'm here and neither can I.<br /><br />So.. Bangalore.. What a BANG.. and much folk LORE to be told for ages., I'm sure.<br /><br />I'm at Natesh's house.. a Jain Temple across the street is blaring--b-l-a-r-i-n-gggg <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhajan">Bhajan's</a> as the band is practicing for some celebration tonight. He lives on Lakshmi Street... wow.. <a href="http://hinduism.about.com/od/hindugoddesses/p/lakshmi.htm">LAKSHMI</a>... Abundance.. what an omen. The Goddess of Wealth and Beauty. Perfectly Awesome.<br /><br />I'm supposed to be 'resting' or taking a nap.<br />((everyone here, BTW, is always telling me to 'rest'))<br /><br />Uh... how? Music is so loud, it's great! Feel like I'm in India now. He lives in the center of the center of Bangalore and it's buzzing. I FEEL like I'm somewhere different. There is a puja room (home temple) outside my bedroom door with my favorite Yogi on the wall: <a href="http://hinduism.about.com/od/hindugoddesses/p/lakshmi.htm">Shiva</a>. He's the ultimate Yogi, cuz he destroys in order to transform. Kinda like Jesus said: Gotta lose everything to gain everything. Love that.<br /><br />My room is awesome too. Just over the headboard of my bed is the Buddha in padmasana (lotus seated position) sporting mudras; the weather is WARM on the verge of getting hot.. I'm walking on marble floors barefoot and it feels great... I'm in heaven.. I feel home, in a way... finally.... ready to rock and roll and open up... I love being here.. just love it...<br /><br />Met his two beautiful children. Ate a new dish for lunch: rice, cilantro, green grapes, cashews, golden raisins, jalepenos, cumin and curds. It is mighty tasty. Still eating here... still eating... Lord help me.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-56366816219010318862011-02-19T09:51:00.000-08:002011-03-05T20:04:27.359-08:00Price of a Streetwise Education-- 400 Rupees<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqgYOb7SpXBBzr7qsqhQupF5AEDlE4AthXWIPVarHfAxVv32O5AoSM-2Ysyo_Kbqxnj5S775WLQi0XEp0bSE31iXF0G8ehCCXyuMeTjsTEnlp1ZLTRjWPHXLjYWWYSvwZ0lWOFiLrlANw/s1600/100_0072.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqgYOb7SpXBBzr7qsqhQupF5AEDlE4AthXWIPVarHfAxVv32O5AoSM-2Ysyo_Kbqxnj5S775WLQi0XEp0bSE31iXF0G8ehCCXyuMeTjsTEnlp1ZLTRjWPHXLjYWWYSvwZ0lWOFiLrlANw/s400/100_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580812681805946210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1Z_tbXeH-e27eZlzJ_tTOBvgaDQWJRM2vLOLNzH7gRKk2s_bB0M09HQooO21WaOVXFe1MoqtubhtZrlkGzXm27MnYFHFdXO5IN0GYC7eMgmJN6HxLMnKHoKBXUoycbiiP24TBx4R_bn/s1600/100_0078.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1Z_tbXeH-e27eZlzJ_tTOBvgaDQWJRM2vLOLNzH7gRKk2s_bB0M09HQooO21WaOVXFe1MoqtubhtZrlkGzXm27MnYFHFdXO5IN0GYC7eMgmJN6HxLMnKHoKBXUoycbiiP24TBx4R_bn/s400/100_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580812681010832338" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoOFNDhSF6D6veSuhcDyff6sr62_RSWwNFYgKNs5fZwKDdjxaHeXKtAo8u-Pg2ipPpMPwbhgtZ6rsrI543s49GzOoxLmd5nNA1VXRYfQ6NOP4WW7tB9gDWXk4UVj7hmiScEBObpIjgAZd/s1600/images.jpg"><br /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today, I got my hand tatooed in henna!</span></span> "When in India..." you just gotta do the things that look cool and this just looks cool. I have a video and pics of the process that I'll upload soon. I left my camera cord across town<span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span>Came home to hang at Lisa's again tonight. It's too much fun having a Boulder girl show you around her New Delhi digs and favorite places.<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Henna Art</span></span>, is an Indian custom, most often tied to a wedding tradition pretty much like a bachelorette party, of which is calleda <a href="http://weddings.iloveindia.com/indian-weddings/pre-wedding-functions/mehendi-celebration.html">Mehendi Celebration</a>.<br />Mehendi or henna motif is not only the adoration of the bride it is meant to epitomize her transformation from a virgin girl to a temptress for her husband. As per Kama Sutra, henna is one of the sixty four arts of women.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Price of the artwork is the cost of Education!<br /></span>The cost of streetwise education.... Apparently I paid way, way too much according to my native friends. They say I got ripped off by paying 400 Rs for something they would not pay more than 100 Rs for... and in most cases even 50Rs would be too much. It's 45 Indian Rupees to One Dollar. So I figure I paid about $9 for a cool looking hand. AND THAT was 1/2 of what the guy asked for! He charged me 800 Rs.. but I talked him down.<br />Lisa, who is an ex-pat here says, this is just the custom. This place is like negotiation central. Even the Taxi's are negotiable. You have to ASK FIRST what it costs and fortunately, I've been with people who live here, so I know what they pay and then when other drivers want to charge a higher rate, I tell them what I will give them, rather than what they ask for. The only thing you can't negotiate your way out of are public places, for example. The museum entry fee is 10 Rs for natives and 150 Rs for non-residents... a significant difference. Took my fine art and had a latte at <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Cafe Coffee Day</span>.. kinda like the Starbuck's of India/Asia... good, but personally, no one makes a latte like they do in Italy! But Lisa and I sat outside and enjoyed the warm evening.. both being NEW to Cafe Coffee Day... pics, again.. on the way.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Monday I leave for Bangalore.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoOFNDhSF6D6veSuhcDyff6sr62_RSWwNFYgKNs5fZwKDdjxaHeXKtAo8u-Pg2ipPpMPwbhgtZ6rsrI543s49GzOoxLmd5nNA1VXRYfQ6NOP4WW7tB9gDWXk4UVj7hmiScEBObpIjgAZd/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoOFNDhSF6D6veSuhcDyff6sr62_RSWwNFYgKNs5fZwKDdjxaHeXKtAo8u-Pg2ipPpMPwbhgtZ6rsrI543s49GzOoxLmd5nNA1VXRYfQ6NOP4WW7tB9gDWXk4UVj7hmiScEBObpIjgAZd/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575471719080034834" border="0" /></a>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-52309343613610119372011-02-18T10:29:00.000-08:002011-02-18T11:26:37.748-08:00Seeing All Things Differently<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSWotcy1wWil6EU2RtL9ed5R9XyuMD_LTo6Y682bV_gmYCLwq-6yjBqZzWQiHE3zk4q9pB8UH98tl1eaohsGyjKWo2ciss8bnebyokV1wFvHckMP7tIFDkXaGoaLYZHFWgSFi-x0GBJw9/s1600/Dates-2.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSWotcy1wWil6EU2RtL9ed5R9XyuMD_LTo6Y682bV_gmYCLwq-6yjBqZzWQiHE3zk4q9pB8UH98tl1eaohsGyjKWo2ciss8bnebyokV1wFvHckMP7tIFDkXaGoaLYZHFWgSFi-x0GBJw9/s400/Dates-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575106761211004770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Saw the most amazing art exhibit of <a href="http://www.anishkapoor.com/works/index.htm">Anish Kapoor</a> </span>the National Gallery of Modern Art (New Delhi).. his landscape sculptures are rad! You can check out his by clicking his name above, but you really need to get up close to experience this multi-dimensional artwork. It totally distorts your reality. Very cool. This photo on the right is a depiction of one of his works in New Zealand.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgod_u5e2eVN7fYP7GPWcJbTytamKNAidNP1i5PZ1pcxZmqtj5-xHcV4R4gnX7ddecsnD9stTjP1pBfT1Ot_6FRJNxI-WgYTbhukRQ1WbOWXtt1mklPEY5AAREtrtOwcNENuMSWNhS5o4/s1600/lodhi%252Bgardens.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgod_u5e2eVN7fYP7GPWcJbTytamKNAidNP1i5PZ1pcxZmqtj5-xHcV4R4gnX7ddecsnD9stTjP1pBfT1Ot_6FRJNxI-WgYTbhukRQ1WbOWXtt1mklPEY5AAREtrtOwcNENuMSWNhS5o4/s320/lodhi%252Bgardens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575106244767259282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Started the day with a run around Lodhi Garden</span></span>. Here's a <a href="http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=bUYsDovYh7g&feature=related">video </a>worth checking out. It's like running through a museum. Guess you can call it a cultural day. It's like the Central Park of New Delhi. There are so many birds there, you can't even hear the city buzz humming about on its exterior. It's amazing the birds sing so loudly. In this park are temples and tombs... all deserted... just the old structures, but people are walking and jogging like crazy and doing exercises and yoga or meditation. A cricket game was going on there yesterday morning. I walked around it early yesterday, as the fog was just barely lifting, so it had this mystique to it.<br /><br />Thinking of heading to Bangalore on Monday and beginning some of the 'work' to bring you some really cool yoga retreats and cultural immersion tours. Do need to see the famous Taj Mahal this weekend, though before I go. Thanking Skype for my ability to see my Son eat breakfast today. Missing a few thing back home... most definitely. But not my <a href="http://www.kangenhealthperformance.com">Kangen</a> water... brought the portable machine, and it's a real hit with my hosts and my body is very happy. Only one brief day of jet lag, of which a 4 hr nap got it all under control. Very, very cool.<br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/anita/Desktop/201002-w-taxi-delhi.jpg" alt="" />Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-68611100515670206852011-02-17T05:31:00.001-08:002011-02-17T05:31:58.959-08:00NEW DELHI is Delicious!Food. Kinda like Italy... where it's all about the food... the family... and the socialization around it. And good gosh, all I'm doing is eating so far!<br /><br />Finally online for the first time since my arrival on Tuesday night. My camera is across town, so no pics to accompany this first account, which means you must VISUALIZE with me as I write.<br /><br />Tonight we're eating at some fancy restaurant that is owned by a family member. It's kinda like the <a href="http://www.frascafoodandwine.com/">Frasca </a>of New Delhi.<br /><br />Food here is like being in Italy. They do it well... it's a huge family and social event and it's a focus... at least for those who can afford it. So meals at the place where I'm staying are 10a Breakfast; 2p Lunch; 9:30 Dinner.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Duality just outside the doorstep. </span><br />I walked passed a man eating out of a garbage bin this morning on my way to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/KhanMarket#!/KhanMarket?sk=photos">Kahn Market</a>. He was so skinney. In 7 min, I can walk to Kahn Market. It is like Rodeo Drive in CA... where all the shi-shi shops are and if there were a Whole Foods... it'd be there. Instead they have all the boutique food shops. Although to see this place, you'd think it was some forgotten alleyway in Harlem or something. The only thing nice about it is the L'Occitane store because of it's signage. I can walk to the Taj Mahal Hotel in 15 min. Very cool. But I haven't done that yet. Perhaps tomorrow!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />MOST INTERESTING NOTE:</span><br /><br />Today I met my girlfriend, Lisa, for the first time. She's a former Boulderite, who moved to New Delhi to open and manage the Fitness and Spa center of the <a href="http://www.theleela.com/">Leela Hotel</a> I'm working out of her snazzy, marble floored apartment right now. And I got in with my own key made at Kahn Market.<br /><br />So we go to get a key made (to Lisa's apt. for me) and were told we could get it done next to the flower shop. So we see the flower shop and electronics store, a bakery, and a deli, but no Key Shop... we look all around, find some electrical looking shop close by and ask if they make keys there and they say: <span style="font-style:italic;">"No, go to the Flower Shop."</span><br /><br />So we're like.. <span style="font-style:italic;">"Oh great. Need a key made?? Go to the Flower store. Got it!"<br /></span><br />So we go to the flower shop and Lisa says: <span style="font-style:italic;">"OK... shift your eyes.. here it is... Look down."</span><br /><br />And there, sitting cross-legged, down on the sidewalk, (yes.. on the ground) just before the doorway is a man with a thousand keys at his side.<br />And Lisa says: <span style="font-style:italic;">"Do you make keys?"</span> And he nods. And voila! we are at the KEY STORE.<br /><br />And get this!! he 'hand cuts' the keys with a file. He clamped the master and the mold together and we saw him file the metal into form like a manicurist.<br /><br />Took him forever... and Lisa was like: <span style="font-style:italic;">Geeez.. you think they're going to work</span>? And I'm like: <span style="font-style:italic;">Duh... he's sitting in front of the most expensive flower shop in town and everyone sent us here, of course they're going to work.</span> She's like: <span style="font-style:italic;">Oh yeah, it's the one's from Ace Hardware that you have to take back.</span><br /><br />And sure enough, we came to her place and my keys were perfect.<br /><br />So far all's well. Namaste~Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-65060108949734849222011-01-31T22:56:00.001-08:002011-01-31T23:10:58.356-08:00My TearsInside I have a well of tears about to explode from my heart and fill up this Earth with the moisture.<br />I'm crying in such Gratitude and unbelief at the marvelous wonders that are falling unto my lap.. into my life and surrounding my Being.<br /><br />I am leaving for India in about two weeks. On Feb. 14, I will fly to New Delhi.<br />The trip itself, and how it came about is a miracle onto itself. But tonight, my heart is full.<br />I just got off of a Skype call with my dear friend, Brother and future business associate, Mahaveer. For almost two years we have been friends with dreams of organizing Yoga retreats in India. I want to offer true 'cultural' immersions. He wants to supply the accommodations, tours and organize them as his own business (and teach yoga) and he needs people like myself, from the West to bring the people there. All he wants is to teach MASSES... and change the lives of millions.<br />Today he quit his job at Thomson Reuters because he said: <span style="font-style: italic;">"so that there are no distractions in our journey. This is a very big major major decision. I hope our journey together is going to be the most memorable journey in the world for ages to come."</span><br />HIS PURE 24yr old HEART is so dedicated to Yoga and believing in this dream and offering these retreats, HE QUIT HIS JOB to meet me.. and make sure this works. I'm beyond myself in shock.<br /><br />I just spoke to him via video/computer and he was crying it was so hard for him. Torn to lose friends and a family at work. But not fearful. He told me that this is God's work. And in fact, it is.<br />This inspiration... this Will to serve... this Desire that comes from the Heart, not reason.<br /><br />I looked into the eyes of a young man, through the video lens on my computer and I saw this pure Soul and I felt his heart and I fell in love with this Being. This is God's essence in form. He said to me: <span style="font-style: italic;">The time for Change has Come.</span> And indeed, it has. He says he is looking forward to this journey, of which will be transformative for millions in generations to come. I will spend a day or two at an orphanage and teach them yoga. We plan on subsidizing this orphanage with some of the proceeds of these Yoga cultural immersions.<br /><br />He quit his job so he can have all month to take me around India. Wow.<br />I'm in awe.<br />I'm taking a few friends along with me on this trip. They have no idea what is in store.<br />Do follow along as I post.<br /><br />Love.<br />AnitaSharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-76490621296418316772010-07-10T11:34:00.000-07:002010-07-10T11:45:20.165-07:00King Vulture Falls: We got Super Lucky today!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BcHKuj12V-0Jr4CPjjR11BnsSocBklx-gcY9R23qudpMtGoCiSt5Ya6uMwU49zzyFmITv8zOGWe0_RYDKspOpF3l-_jCJEG9MzWWsl0J-cAQkC3C3F0rOHl8an5GiEtIdFaXqFVn4tJv/s1600/IMG_7729.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BcHKuj12V-0Jr4CPjjR11BnsSocBklx-gcY9R23qudpMtGoCiSt5Ya6uMwU49zzyFmITv8zOGWe0_RYDKspOpF3l-_jCJEG9MzWWsl0J-cAQkC3C3F0rOHl8an5GiEtIdFaXqFVn4tJv/s320/IMG_7729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349856952992850" border="0" /></a>We got really, super lucky today!<br /><br />First of all, birdwatching for the avid or amateur birdwatcher is a must here. Or rather, you almost can't help it.<br />Secondly, we got to see two of the most rare species of birds today!... the Orange Breast Falcon and the King Vulture.<br /><br />King Vultures for sure are extremely rare in Belize.. and the area we happen to be in, the Cayo region, is likely one of the BEST places in the WORLD to see them... AND WE DID!!! A pair happened to do a 'fly over' our trail as we approached King Vulture Falls. Obviously, the Falls are named after them... we happen to be in the perfect place to spot them, if one is so lucky. They roost near these falls.<br /><br />We also got to see a pair of Orange Breast Falcons. Thank God we had Camille with us to recognize their calls in the sky, otherwise we would have never known how lucky we were to see them in flight. Camille Meyers is one of the 4-person crew here re-introducing the falcons to this area... hoping for them to disburse in this area and into Guatemala... possibly into Mexico! As nature is perfect, I'm sure they'll find the most suitable habitats and we'll just leave it up to them.<br /><br />The Orange Breast Falcons we saw were rather playful in nature. Camille thought they may have been some of the fledglings from this year, judging by their calls. I saw them bump into each other.. .kind of like playing 'tag'. Camille says they were likely 'practicing' their coordination because the male and female will exchange food in the air from talons to talons. This is how the male will bring food to the female who is incubating eggs.<br /><br />The OBFs are rather small in nature compared to the vultures flying about. We mainly saw black vultures and turkey vultures flying about and then out of no where, Camille says: "Oh wow! Here comes some King Vultures!"... and they were cruising on a current coming toward us... almost seemed like they were a plan coming in for a landing. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera out.. so while they were really low to us, I didn't snap up any shots.<br /><br />They dipped into the deep lush gorge of the falls and we thought that was going to be it for us. Then as we made our way home, they took flight high above. I was able to snap a few photos (the one with the white background is mine)... but they are so high in the sky, you can't see their true beauty. I've included another 'stock' image for your convenience. They are incredibly beautiful. Guess I didn't know I had a bit of birdwatching blood in me. Tee hee.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8jC3QjsVxp7__ZOMthrButY_1IEgq7K4aNh6oYY0bHCcea7Gql6m5tHs6D3-SkV19f-_AzdpAbgbJdasxMhndE6lKOF-XEgXQpaUQI6W5-StuIeRYHh-haqledo3eknKNKHUJhebYtlM/s1600/IMG_7743.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8jC3QjsVxp7__ZOMthrButY_1IEgq7K4aNh6oYY0bHCcea7Gql6m5tHs6D3-SkV19f-_AzdpAbgbJdasxMhndE6lKOF-XEgXQpaUQI6W5-StuIeRYHh-haqledo3eknKNKHUJhebYtlM/s320/IMG_7743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492349188820160978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlaCCaPOpULLvaE_ZkTSNndA2zOgbKHAsGhfT0bwbz5l-NOwhfkjeRlMetP7niu9x_2vVuMChMl2tv2oSqdsmMU2t8GLf6wFR3t9Keoi6r4Ag9BWuieOjOEHSswHucxq_0BidoIY3rcf_/s1600/IMG_7727.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlaCCaPOpULLvaE_ZkTSNndA2zOgbKHAsGhfT0bwbz5l-NOwhfkjeRlMetP7niu9x_2vVuMChMl2tv2oSqdsmMU2t8GLf6wFR3t9Keoi6r4Ag9BWuieOjOEHSswHucxq_0BidoIY3rcf_/s320/IMG_7727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348509174779458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBLSIrsRcDhu3iCQfqAEGuLSKDIJ0Nj8kFnROi4Kyej-ESpMoCGZmKBmxc1Cskn0EYy4GhjEHnJ9UFCfLTPIsRd_riHGSVjeQMjdgiHiUhnWpmZv83Psxt3foHruMGCusWIrYvsTFgPO8/s1600/IMG_7727.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBLSIrsRcDhu3iCQfqAEGuLSKDIJ0Nj8kFnROi4Kyej-ESpMoCGZmKBmxc1Cskn0EYy4GhjEHnJ9UFCfLTPIsRd_riHGSVjeQMjdgiHiUhnWpmZv83Psxt3foHruMGCusWIrYvsTFgPO8/s320/IMG_7727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348505501147058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya0uL1Jgoju_D2BRcWCEPFIq7Slcctnep7zaR_U1KtE_JSjbzwKtkBaYWw72jx-XtqfCwxxie6S4MRWGr-OnEdLTx9eWoPzRUzQaVDr-EusFpYMFeXS1KOCNREq8IBFIn-vg0WPx7uP3A/s1600/IMG_7733.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya0uL1Jgoju_D2BRcWCEPFIq7Slcctnep7zaR_U1KtE_JSjbzwKtkBaYWw72jx-XtqfCwxxie6S4MRWGr-OnEdLTx9eWoPzRUzQaVDr-EusFpYMFeXS1KOCNREq8IBFIn-vg0WPx7uP3A/s320/IMG_7733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348501773405634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71JHLq7El0B0XvF_nKC3dsA3KfgmSxesTzIk6BteFCQKStRZXh0pwdlIG56n3w7YYsLhiwz3ZIQNkpdc7GybELEFJ0ffKVOt1SUJaRlI3e_Rur83NyP8KW9AjKPDMFsuV3utvno39Fhxf/s1600/IMG_7735.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71JHLq7El0B0XvF_nKC3dsA3KfgmSxesTzIk6BteFCQKStRZXh0pwdlIG56n3w7YYsLhiwz3ZIQNkpdc7GybELEFJ0ffKVOt1SUJaRlI3e_Rur83NyP8KW9AjKPDMFsuV3utvno39Fhxf/s320/IMG_7735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348497513442498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC13sjaV5YyrrEYLneEV28NodBtebeo_17H05vHyAkfO19KUVZ2dDp26YsR2j_9SbRzNmlU31VFCEQvUOlg1YrafJRduYm5e7nnA_W5hqVSRfBRwmfCciMHPPCUVmGHVk1ztVezK2THJp7/s1600/PU_2009-9.3_king-vulture.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC13sjaV5YyrrEYLneEV28NodBtebeo_17H05vHyAkfO19KUVZ2dDp26YsR2j_9SbRzNmlU31VFCEQvUOlg1YrafJRduYm5e7nnA_W5hqVSRfBRwmfCciMHPPCUVmGHVk1ztVezK2THJp7/s320/PU_2009-9.3_king-vulture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492348486726711330" border="0" /></a>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-52220582731262732182010-07-10T05:52:00.000-07:002010-07-10T06:49:43.865-07:00Last Day to Play... ALL Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScqojevoHGN-YbJj53c-Xhw3rGG59u_QH6Hh_uf5esEhTofFJglefr0vaPrNtXHxoM1SScMsEuW-8hc-YIMYNBdRAt8YEqRobhrS2PvIbQhLWTRnB-tewHeGaw_uV7_pu0gkFOxC2p4Ov/s1600/IMG_7693.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScqojevoHGN-YbJj53c-Xhw3rGG59u_QH6Hh_uf5esEhTofFJglefr0vaPrNtXHxoM1SScMsEuW-8hc-YIMYNBdRAt8YEqRobhrS2PvIbQhLWTRnB-tewHeGaw_uV7_pu0gkFOxC2p4Ov/s320/IMG_7693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492269527784453746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxriAXx6jKvVWy6YHX_s6QOo1WhjjhhQ9PLP8D0nyq1gZi7hGdDupCz-MrV2_zXKCf_C_Vgs9HU23fQh2bM2SsGDqQo4yTiAObFgn1uwLZ4s1QkqUzumzIG8yBxDO84RA4lrMQ6x3sNFek/s1600/IMG_7689.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxriAXx6jKvVWy6YHX_s6QOo1WhjjhhQ9PLP8D0nyq1gZi7hGdDupCz-MrV2_zXKCf_C_Vgs9HU23fQh2bM2SsGDqQo4yTiAObFgn1uwLZ4s1QkqUzumzIG8yBxDO84RA4lrMQ6x3sNFek/s320/IMG_7689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492261655176442194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcJ4bmHrzJxVtz1q8fYCad6qgvHICdpY8brg_7VgsBCS7iFcJuQ0Rcs8Uct7XLp54KEAPtA2TKzIaCkNxjWw15lNlFboRJtQeBeOCgUdgZouQyCIwHOVPG4KcsGfC92XDOH1qs1EhjdkF/s1600/IMG_7690.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcJ4bmHrzJxVtz1q8fYCad6qgvHICdpY8brg_7VgsBCS7iFcJuQ0Rcs8Uct7XLp54KEAPtA2TKzIaCkNxjWw15lNlFboRJtQeBeOCgUdgZouQyCIwHOVPG4KcsGfC92XDOH1qs1EhjdkF/s320/IMG_7690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492261646036440530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKsxvcYfpBg43yYG89CYjmhAV0TXQYExgcyQ0tUf2hl203rAgFs6CigA190sHwLC16Xn8XOIxzlaVmE_I7D7Gsrl6ZDieVhJp3G99ufK_AmBOwD86iK-CCZOWmOCIST9pAgat81pDK3yW/s1600/IMG_7688.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKsxvcYfpBg43yYG89CYjmhAV0TXQYExgcyQ0tUf2hl203rAgFs6CigA190sHwLC16Xn8XOIxzlaVmE_I7D7Gsrl6ZDieVhJp3G99ufK_AmBOwD86iK-CCZOWmOCIST9pAgat81pDK3yW/s320/IMG_7688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492261640489300002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Om Shanti~</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A hike to Tiger Falls leads you to the Om Shanti yoga studio.. one of two uncovered platforms.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Took the mountain bike then hiked into </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Om Shanti</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > to dance (Natarajasana) in the middle of the jungle. Actually no one was here, so I did a totally nude practice cuz it's so humid, I didn't want my clothes to be soaked.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Most of the groups have left the property, so there is no yoga scheduled for me to teach today. YIPPEE!! We get to enjoy this last day here and discover a few other places. The plan is to head to King Vulture lookout and hope to get lucky and see a pair of recently released Orange Breast Falcons (OFB). We have an open invitation to go to the hack site where they are now nursing some baby falcons for release in the next 6-8 weeks. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Did you see </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yerasdy/4768797508/#/photos/yerasdy/4768797508/lightbox/">these cute birds?</a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yerasdy/4768797508/#/photos/yerasdy/4768797508/lightbox/"> </a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Unfortunately, we can't make it to the OFB project's base camp because the rain has made the roads so treacherous, only ATV's can make it up there and we have no transportation. </span>:(<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I'll have to wait to see Tikal. The 'almost' trip to Guatemala is not happening. We had hoped to tag along with a couple who plans to go see the ruins, but they've decided to journey there on Monday. Which only means, I have to come back! </span>:)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >One of the most memorable experiences is waking each morning to an orchestra of birdsong. The birds are so abundant here and they are so lively in the morning, it's not only a sight to see this property with so many varieties fluttering and perching about, but to hear the meliflous tones.<br /><br />I've often stayed in bed upon waking and done my morning meditation laying there, as opposed to getting up and sitting. Today, however, I got up extra early, did my practice to candlelight and meditated to their song.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It will be a day of sunshine here after two overcast days and rain off and on.<br /><br /></span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-43485049250932403842010-07-09T16:18:00.001-07:002010-07-09T16:37:20.691-07:00Grab your Lover or find one and get over here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucON0ccQAXzZr6PI1YuRlEO7AtmKFW7xZFk-1VOBsaGt1zn_AqumhIXTZcNazGBkYWjdaApSeaftmTkRtXUuHSZZ3VCoJ93hqGtHH1FQ9fd8k7valT4SSZZyh_sI7uQqiZK35RDX_RNUp/s1600/IMG_7701.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucON0ccQAXzZr6PI1YuRlEO7AtmKFW7xZFk-1VOBsaGt1zn_AqumhIXTZcNazGBkYWjdaApSeaftmTkRtXUuHSZZ3VCoJ93hqGtHH1FQ9fd8k7valT4SSZZyh_sI7uQqiZK35RDX_RNUp/s320/IMG_7701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492053233378456530" border="0" /></a>Grab your Lover or find one quick. Come here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvyXbS5DpxMW11x4MKYsibiVShnCdT7YeHFYDpZzIXAIQgj3z4m28P4Z1KTFdjC1vjpl-OiKP6WY8k-ltkp1jf0om-qSu78KXlBiMyJ5df3gUCD-HLNxJSiGqiVzW_nEgG-_dX8SsVE-8/s1600/IMG_7715.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvyXbS5DpxMW11x4MKYsibiVShnCdT7YeHFYDpZzIXAIQgj3z4m28P4Z1KTFdjC1vjpl-OiKP6WY8k-ltkp1jf0om-qSu78KXlBiMyJ5df3gUCD-HLNxJSiGqiVzW_nEgG-_dX8SsVE-8/s320/IMG_7715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492053227687526210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDemBCGV8ekUOQOfnvmZn25alKQyiHyZoYEM4puyhKSzhx5_YIjQgdxPblkCtPjuYhmxRJqxNhZiMTQ3BvQY1k8BQJD4OYmw9_cOvotvslvTqmleSYg6pAB1-ZSf8Z7DubvQlDSFn9nW7/s1600/IMG_7720.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDemBCGV8ekUOQOfnvmZn25alKQyiHyZoYEM4puyhKSzhx5_YIjQgdxPblkCtPjuYhmxRJqxNhZiMTQ3BvQY1k8BQJD4OYmw9_cOvotvslvTqmleSYg6pAB1-ZSf8Z7DubvQlDSFn9nW7/s320/IMG_7720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492053219117928610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lhnixL6J_unzpVl-wZw3KTOQNiUXWOEjsfkpDkJAumXvbEUlmQv8JdtmslHl60879eEAXOnvF1ihuhevP4X_NGEWyTZaflz1RoiFO7LfXLjnnSQZHkpehb0KIp49fTowhImUwbZu5NFE/s1600/DSC03279.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lhnixL6J_unzpVl-wZw3KTOQNiUXWOEjsfkpDkJAumXvbEUlmQv8JdtmslHl60879eEAXOnvF1ihuhevP4X_NGEWyTZaflz1RoiFO7LfXLjnnSQZHkpehb0KIp49fTowhImUwbZu5NFE/s320/DSC03279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492053208744956098" border="0" /></a><br />This is such a luscious playground and the pools that are on this property or surrounding it are just divine. <br /><br />Started the morning with a silent yoga practice and meditation... then a second meditation... then headed toward the waterfalls. Kicked off the shoes and hiked on the damp, soft ground into Butterfly Falls. Feet were muddy, felt the Earth deeply and then jumped into the pools. You need to visit these spots with your sweetheart for sure. Carole and I spent the afternoon in a very Yin space in the middle of luscious green, sounds of waterfalls, or rolling water, birds in abundance singing... luscious flowers blooming all over and in between. Yoga tonight at 5:45. And if the Universe is generous, we may be headed for Tikal at the crack of sunlight tomorrow morning! One long day to Guatemala, but hey, going with the flow is Yoga. :) Cross your fingers!!Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-18855262375653588022010-07-08T19:48:00.000-07:002010-07-08T20:11:18.512-07:00Learning about the Orange Breasted Falcon Project!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtJs2n2YkVfPo26fwxxNVsJ25zgdro2NZCFyNtCodGQDi97Omv3eGJOVisbgOp0xXcMFoMhdvWb1yL-Ksm641bJqWFeF3CPliHNJpOI0RJ3Nt699ZZ3u0bcGBgxFiTRiBGUdsfzboMUZa/s1600/2010-05_MaleOBF.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtJs2n2YkVfPo26fwxxNVsJ25zgdro2NZCFyNtCodGQDi97Omv3eGJOVisbgOp0xXcMFoMhdvWb1yL-Ksm641bJqWFeF3CPliHNJpOI0RJ3Nt699ZZ3u0bcGBgxFiTRiBGUdsfzboMUZa/s400/2010-05_MaleOBF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491736793768068434" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="body"><span class="body">You have to watch this video of these <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yerasdy/4768797508/">beautiful birds</a> !!<br /><br />I'm in Love with these falcons and the whole effort to FREEEEE them...help create their abundance in the wild once again. It's not clear why their numbers have decreased, but it appears these birds are rather isolated in Belize.. from the larger population in the rest of South America... it's too far for them to intermingle.. so.. likely in-breeding is having an effect on the ability for them to re-populate on a healthy/survival level. But deforestation could have possibly had an effect... by diminishing their prey. Since there is suitable habit here in Belize it makes sense to repopulate them.. to fill in the gaps... yay!!!<br /><br />Me and Carole are sharing time with a beautiful girl, Camille, who (is a super Yogini in class) is part of the Orange Breasted Falcon Project... and we're learning so much!!<br /><br />Another factoid: the male does all the hunting for the entire family... he does this while the female incubates the eggs.. then once they hatch he has to feed the entire family, plus himself. They are apparently AMAZING very, protective parents too. One mama pecked tirelessly at one of the project workers who was trying to 'band' some of the chicks to track them. Funny.<br /><br />These are an amazing and RARE species to see. They are so graceful to watch. So far the project is successful.<br /><br />It's a 21-year effort to effectively propagate rare Orange-breasted Falcons in captivity. They are just now releasing more chicks to the wild (of captive-bred birds) They started the releases in Belize in 2007. These falcons are the foundation for an experimental population that will allow the study of what may be limiting the falcon’s distribution and abundance. Thanks to Yeray Seminario who captured these videos and photos. Do <a href="http://peregrinefund.org/notes_category.asp?category=Orange-breasted%20Falcon%20Project">spread the word</a> of their works.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-60614454833789449932010-07-08T08:41:00.001-07:002010-07-08T08:50:04.252-07:00Butterfly Falls and the beautiful Kimberly Moon..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vlcmBze2dSQxI87UHtCxsxQBVquTasLxAmZ7rJxYzNt2JCfW8nB0RWEPvk0segWB-qhzkMfMcIVa2hQ4Nzl-lJDNlwhrU_5YLBFaILBzJEHpp-muCXMX7oX6aa9WIivLj29jZ3a3q7t1/s1600/Butterfly+Falls+Yoga.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vlcmBze2dSQxI87UHtCxsxQBVquTasLxAmZ7rJxYzNt2JCfW8nB0RWEPvk0segWB-qhzkMfMcIVa2hQ4Nzl-lJDNlwhrU_5YLBFaILBzJEHpp-muCXMX7oX6aa9WIivLj29jZ3a3q7t1/s400/Butterfly+Falls+Yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491561577056450466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;">Drop dead gorgeous scenery... and Kim Moon, owner of BellaLuna Yoga-- dancing in it.. This is Butterfly Falls... a dream retreat on the Hidden Valley Inn property... these falls are nestled in 7,200 acres of a private forest reserve-- a true hidden treasure ! The cool thing is.. being a teacher or guest here.. we get access.. no one else can! woot woot! We hike in on a narrow trail for about 30 minutes through the semi-tropical forests of the Mountain Pine Ridge Area... just MAGIC. The water you see cascades down 80 feet . You kinda feel like Tarzan in the jungle. White and Blue Morpho butterflies are plentiful.. hence.. Butterfly Falls.... let the transformation begin.</span><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjrS_2o1CZEhdnZAwj9O2T-TGugYZUidTNjCn_zBuufz5MymBdw727no0qZ3loK6rqcCyShZiUMsoDetCXFbZCPiuxNqyjE_vRk-juN963R08d142eQa_7Fkspt_07ZZyaZMZhzGdsrJm/s1600/Butterfly+Falls+Yoga.jpg"><br /></a><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjrS_2o1CZEhdnZAwj9O2T-TGugYZUidTNjCn_zBuufz5MymBdw727no0qZ3loK6rqcCyShZiUMsoDetCXFbZCPiuxNqyjE_vRk-juN963R08d142eQa_7Fkspt_07ZZyaZMZhzGdsrJm/s1600/Butterfly+Falls+Yoga.jpg"><br /></a>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-25251868480331870982010-07-06T19:53:00.000-07:002010-07-06T20:08:53.286-07:00Zip Line and stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWWeqHbu78qI1veltYwWfZ41VkheGarLzSPJwUTZZI-R3_Vyy-BdV7rwCSiLSn3RN4Yvf4vQ-c9g1dkr0ZF9bqlh32BJz4hiylL5svznw53x51MlSggdsIcEpxwNUHV-_4-_p-Ekrl7Qj/s1600/IMG_7622.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWWeqHbu78qI1veltYwWfZ41VkheGarLzSPJwUTZZI-R3_Vyy-BdV7rwCSiLSn3RN4Yvf4vQ-c9g1dkr0ZF9bqlh32BJz4hiylL5svznw53x51MlSggdsIcEpxwNUHV-_4-_p-Ekrl7Qj/s200/IMG_7622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490994381499950210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJxexHx585G1wpvWcxt1KwoNd4KMzSD5X1ufrXXB3nU7Z-BzpZkBfAxrHMh7YtM66VKymbRD3Ld0Z8Um7id8YZ6_JnwcEBUBEPLxGy4PhgEKQI7ivEdToo-fbnkSisj5jfwdCoKIZyvLm/s1600/IMG_7657.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJxexHx585G1wpvWcxt1KwoNd4KMzSD5X1ufrXXB3nU7Z-BzpZkBfAxrHMh7YtM66VKymbRD3Ld0Z8Um7id8YZ6_JnwcEBUBEPLxGy4PhgEKQI7ivEdToo-fbnkSisj5jfwdCoKIZyvLm/s200/IMG_7657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490994375141452738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eoxjVughijOxS3ZdzJ2oMxPGeK9LuxiEeUxizvuXTt41v-gqSmdSHJkl4VpQU0fU8LfH-WDzdvIf0P-LyLfvO_8SlA4SeX42JtbU5UL6cqYHV3pZeAiv8-346AyiEwVwsA4Cbr7QlGc6/s1600/IMG_7654.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eoxjVughijOxS3ZdzJ2oMxPGeK9LuxiEeUxizvuXTt41v-gqSmdSHJkl4VpQU0fU8LfH-WDzdvIf0P-LyLfvO_8SlA4SeX42JtbU5UL6cqYHV3pZeAiv8-346AyiEwVwsA4Cbr7QlGc6/s200/IMG_7654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490994371892974066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73himVmy868wzIfTVWQcUam68qB7pARIWSS2APiQAUuQ307T1y0MQNkBUWV5iHOQoT8FITOEdsL4vlATkl9nQPRJn-OlHouDL_o5igB4RMrjnGjCBh2bGM3BSWY1RyRWUkMMX2lNDkaq6/s1600/IMG_7670.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73himVmy868wzIfTVWQcUam68qB7pARIWSS2APiQAUuQ307T1y0MQNkBUWV5iHOQoT8FITOEdsL4vlATkl9nQPRJn-OlHouDL_o5igB4RMrjnGjCBh2bGM3BSWY1RyRWUkMMX2lNDkaq6/s200/IMG_7670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490992655816224146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After Yoga it's never a dull moment. Took a tour of the Barton Creek Caves... we canoed into the dark abyss of a 10-mile cave loaded with bats, human sacrificial remains--seriously-- we saw a skull that's calcified into the walls. Apparently the Mayans would do their sacred and sacrificial ceremonies at the entry parts of these caves... this cave we were in is a relatively new discovery. Seems lots of new excavation and discovery is going on in this region (Cayo district). It's quite exciting for the locals and a gift to us, as visitors! We went ziplining later. It was my first time and what an amazing adrenaline rush it is. I have decided I need to go skydiving! Finished the day out with a post-excursion Yin yoga class before dinner. I think I needed it more than the group. :)Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-8076933238563271682010-07-06T15:34:00.000-07:002010-07-06T16:25:39.695-07:00Yoga is still personal and universal no matter if you're overseas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSXMI0BpcGIXBlTgWjrZmpiVQJsAck5PEuBZgepERr8mv331oS0OPYAgFg2VCezQ25VMu6bS33cYiZmZXji93B4VlSucD687MnLHMHA2RpKE4aLBuNW2XNyMS-wPRUEdI5JNv0IxMSEMf/s1600/IMG_7612.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSXMI0BpcGIXBlTgWjrZmpiVQJsAck5PEuBZgepERr8mv331oS0OPYAgFg2VCezQ25VMu6bS33cYiZmZXji93B4VlSucD687MnLHMHA2RpKE4aLBuNW2XNyMS-wPRUEdI5JNv0IxMSEMf/s200/IMG_7612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490937494029258194" border="0" /></a>Classes are quaint here. The intimacy of the Hidden Valley Inn is very cool. I decided to do pre-adventure Yoga classes early in the morning to help wake up the body for a day of Belize adventures.<br />And we'll do a post-excursion class before dinner to help wind down from the day and prevent soreness. It's a hot and humid and very active day for most visitors. The daily tours do not leave your body a moment to chill out. Doing yoga in an open air space is lovely, especially when you can hear rushing water beneath your feet. The outdoor studio is just above a river and a waterfall in the short distance is a nice reminder of how to let go and fall deep into what IS.Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-46443308729699464322010-07-06T06:01:00.000-07:002010-07-06T06:11:03.548-07:00My Yoga studio off the Yok'ol Chen trail (Belize)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTzvo20dVX-F2c9ukjVU3GTaNkv9Mb2BHV6LP-NICu8qQbH5CqjClLPm60zm3Lcjy2sNsjri20PslbVwYNoJCj7Av1iGyHWRLordhkzusTkpdqvHiNMGBKMJBDGQCy_raxDSFa3mtIYhY/s1600/IMG_7604.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTzvo20dVX-F2c9ukjVU3GTaNkv9Mb2BHV6LP-NICu8qQbH5CqjClLPm60zm3Lcjy2sNsjri20PslbVwYNoJCj7Av1iGyHWRLordhkzusTkpdqvHiNMGBKMJBDGQCy_raxDSFa3mtIYhY/s200/IMG_7604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490779490372564114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NdQ4NlM0uWnnCsTbjt3xRohG-i7AJBABr1gPgcUJgf26WHK_w6B_a2hZkEEUR2IuHG8qO5lzWJ4SO91Ph8FfSVVRcpB5VjdkyhgWBVBNBib3IrtbS_AqR4q969PEiQ2TjbOfULGbW5NH/s1600/IMG_7602.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NdQ4NlM0uWnnCsTbjt3xRohG-i7AJBABr1gPgcUJgf26WHK_w6B_a2hZkEEUR2IuHG8qO5lzWJ4SO91Ph8FfSVVRcpB5VjdkyhgWBVBNBib3IrtbS_AqR4q969PEiQ2TjbOfULGbW5NH/s200/IMG_7602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490778718899420274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;">Class at 7:30 am to the sounds of a waterfall and a river running underneath the hardwoods.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;">a 5 min jaunt from the homestead property and we're opening up to the day with song and asana underneath a thatch roof studio. More later, but here's a sneak peak. Aum.</span>Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199904003481068090.post-70766662893360558172010-07-05T17:49:00.000-07:002010-07-05T21:13:33.079-07:00Caracol - Mayan Ruins... currently an archaelogical site<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiIzm26Lf_lFnP7WOWYkgW7Egh6LQnFDE3q8AlKKZh83c86CV_AGfuF8UIKZFBPhz7POYXzdoaA_ZmgPObOyXq-tmgy7C8P9NyukgqjvEoDxEI_AQ_ADIVZC47xZTd6MLQgwKVG3lg7vx/s1600/IMG_7580.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiIzm26Lf_lFnP7WOWYkgW7Egh6LQnFDE3q8AlKKZh83c86CV_AGfuF8UIKZFBPhz7POYXzdoaA_ZmgPObOyXq-tmgy7C8P9NyukgqjvEoDxEI_AQ_ADIVZC47xZTd6MLQgwKVG3lg7vx/s200/IMG_7580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594557831624530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TsMYHgAavQ2iKmVwl7Pju1f2uS44ZQtNGpXyv0pPw1hbTNrqHJrJWfB6QY95woRZd2rjQQNQxOXpJXVdHnik-w_GDneoX5j41uDWucY1xGB4axbSPbfsXDuQ_OSo1vW31yPewNevlFiE/s1600/IMG_7564.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TsMYHgAavQ2iKmVwl7Pju1f2uS44ZQtNGpXyv0pPw1hbTNrqHJrJWfB6QY95woRZd2rjQQNQxOXpJXVdHnik-w_GDneoX5j41uDWucY1xGB4axbSPbfsXDuQ_OSo1vW31yPewNevlFiE/s200/IMG_7564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594548450108546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sQO4XB96nEbSuWwlWW1r97fHflM54nRjkyGtGaQGL3pnUtytBTuuSe7TO9B9o8TUJ_Bw5R9Sg-2menaVBFMCp2YhwSRhcmhGIsWcx3t0VLk8gkHtLLtIUnUAXx-cUMszQk4-9QT2cnqw/s1600/IMG_7587.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sQO4XB96nEbSuWwlWW1r97fHflM54nRjkyGtGaQGL3pnUtytBTuuSe7TO9B9o8TUJ_Bw5R9Sg-2menaVBFMCp2YhwSRhcmhGIsWcx3t0VLk8gkHtLLtIUnUAXx-cUMszQk4-9QT2cnqw/s200/IMG_7587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594537585452434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyYI2rkbu_E7Ahxy7I2rp367l7RgIls3rr8DNuL9x1HDRh1lCSVTUD1PTie_EEueSDW1FeEsHKamOKYZzbDdVR3O79r0aYBNQcH_OfsFSxYcIx7oJZb6dEf1T4_Ubf2N6eGHLs7WcBD_t/s1600/IMG_7572.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyYI2rkbu_E7Ahxy7I2rp367l7RgIls3rr8DNuL9x1HDRh1lCSVTUD1PTie_EEueSDW1FeEsHKamOKYZzbDdVR3O79r0aYBNQcH_OfsFSxYcIx7oJZb6dEf1T4_Ubf2N6eGHLs7WcBD_t/s200/IMG_7572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594527566173346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElK1JQqk8gwDa9BI1kNaMC86o88TXrUbEg6Xk2vP_cOiYfRc8sI_tzZkvZg896ycgdlLhIVpksKHF-IWQuPJL1JG5L0KD0ruUGXkNxYDO_1kl3L2_8d1bRCn3mIxN-GwaVM_fcxg3-hh2/s1600/IMG_7562.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElK1JQqk8gwDa9BI1kNaMC86o88TXrUbEg6Xk2vP_cOiYfRc8sI_tzZkvZg896ycgdlLhIVpksKHF-IWQuPJL1JG5L0KD0ruUGXkNxYDO_1kl3L2_8d1bRCn3mIxN-GwaVM_fcxg3-hh2/s200/IMG_7562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594522629954834" border="0" /></a>Came to teach Yoga twice a day in Belize (Hidden Valley Inn resort).... but am getting so much more!<br />Visited the Caracol (Mayan) ruins today...it is still officially an archaeological site, as they are still unearthing ruins. Very exciting. We got to see the latest stuff that's been discovered.<br /><br />We hit some waterfalls and pools on the<br />way home, and I ran on the red carpet.... this rich terra cotta road leading to my hOMe.<br /><br />Learned about Horse Balls (see pic: the things that look like balls hanging from a tree)... apparently, this fruit is bitter, but the howling monkeys love them.<br />Hiked into a tunnel cave... and didn't fall into the sinkhole and rushing water below.<br />Peed in the 'rustic' bathrooms... err.... outhouses. :)<br />Got a massage... a hydro massage thanks to some waterfalls that splash onto and course through these massive granite boulders.. very cool. Never seen granite on this scale before... so shiny and buffed out from the water/erosion.<br />Did some yoga on steps of the tallest temple (in Belize) structure at Caracol... 140 feet high.. it took them 300 years to build. Crazy. But hey.. the taller the temple, the closer they are/you are to God. They must have had God on their side, cuz with only a very small contingent they beat the massive army of Tikal at one time.<br /><br />Have a little cottage that I share with Carol, my amazing and trusty yogini-mama-personal assistant extraordinaire... and just outside our sacred home is a little hummingbird buzzing in the morning. Took a tiny swim to wake up at the pool...like TINY swim... 5 back strokes is the maximum. Woo hoo!<br /><br />OH.. and learned about Oropendolas ((see the pic in 'More Pictures' click on the "untitled page". I can't seem to title it)).<br />Oropendolas are these really cool birds. Thet have it down right.. the males will make these nests that hang from the trees.. they look like hanging water balloons.<br />And the females will come and swing on them, like a pendulum... and if SHE thinks that the nest (aka home) is strong enough and she likes it... she will mate with that male who built it. If she doesn't like the nest, she breaks it and it falls to the ground.<br /><br />Ha! Even birds know how to pick a man! :)Sharing Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139269663753272678noreply@blogger.com0