Pranayama on the train. do-da, do-da.
Pranayama on the train. do-da, do-da.
Pranayama on the train. do-da, do-da.
Eventually I will have to crawl out of this sleeping bag and go explore West Virginia. Eventually.
I’m home, but my contacts are gone. Go figure.
I miss Mysore, but we’re ready to discover Goa. For better or worse, they’re different worlds. We can do it.
“India, land of randomness, is where sweating the small stuff goes to die.” ~ @[1448396464:2048:Karen Kelley] of http://journeytomysore.wordpress.com/ http://journeytomysore.wordpress.com/
Scooting through Mysore with boy is equal parts romantic & terrifying. Sounds about right.
In the middle of a hippy-in-India stereotype. Nirvana works across multiple nationalities. Music trumps puns.
Oh, Mother India, I missed you deeply. Thanks for welcoming me home.
Rocket Yoga: “Is it really ashtanga with… spirit fingers?” — Lisa Kaneff by way of Julia Crantz. Come find out at Flow Yoga Center on Saturday at @ 2:30. Last time teaching ’til after India!
Roike’s got his passport, I got my shala confirmation… India 2.0 is go-go-go!