Charlie and I are in Jaipur for a month on business. Today, we’ve been out for a stroll after lunch and happened upon many of Rajasthan’s top Anglophiles. Despite the city being in the grip of a corona mask wearing frenzy, locals were only too eager to capture our attention for a few minutes in […]
There’s always an angle. Make sure everyone benefits. The work is in finding the right balance.
Sometimes we’re full of ideas and energy. Sometimes we’re not. Whatever we’re involved with if it’s worth doing we’re going to need to show up. And that means staying the distance. As I enter the back ninety of this year long daily blogging project I’m doubling down on my commitment to complete it. I’ve had […]
An October harvest moon is a one in three shot. Two out of three times the harvest moon lands in September. The harvest moon is determined by the proximity to the autumnal equinox. The harvest moon is a seasonal event; farmers take the opportunity to work late into the night under the light of the […]
Sloth, which lives within the body, is man’s greatest enemy; with which he can have no regret, there is no friend like industry. – Bhartrihari
My folks celebrated their ruby wedding anniversary today. Forty Licks is a favourite album that got a lot of play at my parents house back in the day. It was the Stones’ own fortieth anniversary compilation. Seems a fitting musical accompaniment for a sunny Sunday celebration. Congratulations guys.
Rohan shared a beautiful insight yesterday. It sums up a great deal about the way I feel right now and how I relate to my experience of reality. As time passes, it becomes more evident that folks who learn to consistently find joy don’t wait to lose something to appreciate it.
I did a Celtic breath workshop recently. It was amazing. I’m writing an in depth piece to be published in the coming weeks. One thing that I’ve noticed is that I retain breath. I hold it in. I’ve written about this before. Some folks breathe real shallow, only into the chest – this leads to […]
For an instant, having been a child, for another, a pleasure-loving youth, for a moment, without any wealth, for another with all prosperity; at the end of worldly life, his limbs worn out, withered by age, and his body covered in wrinkles, like an actor, man returns behind the curtain that is death. – Bhartrihari
My nana passed away yesterday. She’d been experiencing the waking dream that is dementia for a while. I loved her very much; she was calm, kind and compassionate. Everything a grandmother can be to her grandchildren. Dear Gran. I’m sorry that I couldn’t visit more often. Please forgive me. Thank you for bacon, cheese and […]