The afternoon is slow and so as everyone begins to disperse, I leave Kirpal and venture to check out a farm close by with a friend who lives in the area. “I want you to see it, I want you to experience it,” my friend tells me about the property. I start to wonder what… Continue reading Avocados, anyone?
I am surrounded by beauty. Both in the shape of the breathing jungle around me, which I am not only glimpsing into as though through a window but living in and living with, and in 8 physicals forms that have entered my life in this whimsical jungle paradise. The yogis and three leaders have gathered… Continue reading Lessons I’m Learning
After a week of weeding, planting and connecting to the land, as well as teaching yoga and connecting to my teacher spirit, I take the rickety old bike that lives in the container for a solo adventure to Kahena beach. Todd is working on the structure all day. They are crafting a bamboo dome overtop… Continue reading The Very Best & Worst Day
I fall into an easy flow on the HAF. Yoga is consistent; first we all have our independent practice then after some time I begin teaching yoga classes to Todd, Bob and Alanna in the mornings. I notice the shift unifies the group. Sometimes Alanna’s puppy Dezzy darts around the space, pushing his snout into… Continue reading Officially Grounded
I spend the early afternoon browsing the booths and tents of the Hilo market, then the late afternoon sipping slowly on a kombucha at a coffee shop. Todd arrives in town just before nightfall when the city begins to wind down and soften. Todd pulls the car next to the Conscious Culture cafe where I had been sitting… Continue reading Jungle Air
For the next two nights I sleep well at Rachel’s place, through the many nocturnal visits from the three house cats. One, Mana, is a white rescue with black spots. She darts around the room ferociously while I sleep, as if being tossed by some invisible entity, from the windowsill to the bed to the… Continue reading Coming Full Circle
A week at the Hippie Art Farm passes faster than I realize and soon Todd is driving me to town to meet Rachel, the girl I am to move in with in Mountain View. Long curly brown hair and captivating eyes, Rachel is a ball of energy. Completely vibrant and alive. We sit together and… Continue reading The New Moon