Recovering Consultant ~ Stroke Survivor ~Yoga Instructor ~ amateur Italianist ~ passionate cook

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I'm a writer, a traveler, a yoga teacher, and an social marketer who loves to cook. Yoga is my passion, I Love to practice, I love to teach, I love to travel and practice with friends all over the world. I'm committed to yoga, a lifer. I used the transformative healing powers of Yoga to recover from paralysis resulting from Stroke.It worked. Like a charm. Like a Miracle. I'm here to tell the story.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Where am I?

"The secret of happiness is freedom, and the secret of freedom is courage." -Gilbert Murray
October 5-7th

Feeling both free and courageous right now. After such a crazy journey, I may have been happy with anywhere I landed. But I do feel especially happy to have found myself here and with a couple days to settle in before the yoga start on Monday morning at 5:30 a.m. (ack! How will I ever get used to waking up that early?)

Where am I? 

Goa is interesting. Having lived in Europe, one of the first things I notice apart from the smell is the European architecture and cultural clues everywhere. It seems to be a matriarchal culture. I don't have much to base that on yet, but I feel it, I recognize a place where, like Italy,  the Mom is the center of the universe. There aren't many men around. Or maybe I should say, I only see young men out and about. Teenage boys worshiped by their mothers, but not many grown men. 

Goa was a Portuguese Colony until it became an independent state and part of India in 1961.  That's not really that long ago. Here are some visuals to back this up and a little glimpse of my new home. 


My building. The arches remind me of my old SF marina apt. I have 2 balconies and a roof terrace which rocks! Note the portuguese colonial feel.

Living Room in all it's glory. This is the cozy couch my guests can sleep on (j/k).


Tiny, tiny kitchen. But plenty of room to make tea, which is all I really need. Plus I found peanut butter and powdered soup. I'm really tearing shit up with my new elec. kettle.



I think this stray is applying for Penny's position. It guarded my door all night. Very quiet and sweet.




Bedroom. Real simple, but I like it. I'm just so happy to sleep stretched out right now. By the way, not to get too personal but my apt is $10 a night, cheaper per month and I'm a 1 min. walk from the ocean. (sorry, I'm bragging)


Ok, that's it for now. I'm so happy to be here. But, honestly,  I am worried about practice without the props I brought to modify the things I can't do. Oh well..India must want me to know I can live without them...? Thanks for listening. I find myself facebooking a lot to feel connected to friends and family and  the world outside this tiny little beach paradise. 



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