From a burning country

It’s been quite eerie since I got back from India two weeks ago. Australia is burning like never before. In a chat with my kids today we realized that either this was going to go down as an unprecedented disaster in history, or, alas more likely, as the new norm for decades to come. Over…

Peace. Gratitude. Joy.

My friends’ Sri Lankan hospitality has been nothing but humbling, heart-melting and all-encompassing. Today they send me off with a traditional farewell ceremony. When I bowed my red-ochre-dotted forehead into the rice, three rice grains stuck to it. Customarily this means I will have three children – and I do, and now that I’m sitting…

Varkala – India’s Bondi Beach

The conductor at the train station proudly shows us the 50+ year old equipment which allows him to manage the passing trains without interruptions, nor crashes. The five ancient phones on his simple office desk remind me of visits to my great-granny’s when I was a little girl and the round dials were still put…

Amma’s Ashram

The 2.5 hours train trip from Thirandrum to Karunagappaly went almost disappointingly smooth. After all the adventurous and tumultuous Indian train stories I had come across, my awesome travel friend Cat and I were prepared for the worst – only to find ourselves with ample space, remarkably clean toilets and chai and sweets vendors passing…

Excursion to the tip

Days in the bubble, aka our stunning yoga retreat centre, pass quickly and fluidly. One and a half hours yoga and Pranayam at 7am, breakfast thereafter. Then people flock off to do their things: Meandering down to the beach, getting a coconut or chai in town, reading, writing, meditating or heading in for an ayurvedic…

Rainbow Chai at the Bazaar

Our daily full and complete yoga practices have been following the chakras. It was no coincidence that on the day of Manipura, our inner sun and powerhouse, we had planned to explore Thirundum’s culture and bazaars. We hit the road, filled with a powerful sunrise flow and, as always, delicious breakfast served with ocean views…

Day 3 in Kerala

I open my eyes to the sounds of the Arabian Sea caressing Kerala’s sandy shores with it’s gentle waves. Fishing boats are bobbing in the not so far distance waiting for the morning catch. The Mohadzin starts singing his daily call for prayer from the nearby mosque. What an eccentric mix of people, cultures, religions…

First impressions of India

The 24 hours in Singapore came and went like a dream: A luscious spa and roof-top bath in the dim moonlight flickering through the misty air; a lazy morning after a great night’s sleep in the coziest white, fluffy hotel bed; a stroll through the miniature streets around Arab Street as the sweet little shops…

Confest

It’s quite remarkable how the past six months have shifted things in my life. It started with my first Ayahuasca journey late last year. A deep insight from Pachamama. From there further signs and tools and wake up calls trickled in – from conversations with friends, understandings from my yoga students, more sacred ceremonies, tantric…

Roadtrip South

Road-tripping South. First hour and a bit still detaching from farewells and other left-behind issues, rolling through Sydney traffic. Once on the southbound highway I crank the music up and start singing. Jason Mraz talks to my heart. Time for long phone conversations as I roll on without traffic. Each town I pass, the memory…