Ever since Maka Sankranti, which signifies the beginning of spring in Indian astrological terms, the temperature has been steadily rising in Mysore. And, given India’s unwavering faith in all things astrology, I don’t know why I’m surprised. But, blimey it was hot in the shala this morning, despite there being only four of us andContinueContinue reading “Feeling the heat”
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Body prodding and Happy Sankranti
Oh dear, I did it. I called Ken the Rolfer ‘Rolf” to his face by accident, in a Fawlty Towers ‘don’t mention the war’ stylee. Oops… Still, he was very cool about it: “Oh it’s fine, I spent four months being called Rolf in Indonesia – they just didn’t get it.” What a dude. Ken theContinueContinue reading “Body prodding and Happy Sankranti”
Crying auntie and laughing cows
Today I feel a long way from home. Yesterday one of my sisters had a little baby girl and my tears of joy when she told me merged with tears of sadness that I wasn’t there to give my sister a hug and drop my first kiss onto my new niece’s soft, divine-smelling head. AnotherContinueContinue reading “Crying auntie and laughing cows”
A meditation on meditation
So I’m a week into my attempt to meditate daily, and it’s going well so far I think. As far as any kind of technique goes, I have simply been watching my breath. Every time my mind wanders (which is ridiculously often), I just gently steer it back to observing the breath, trying to feel it enter andContinueContinue reading “A meditation on meditation”
Lego and crayons – remembering how to play
This weekend I took a bit of time out of my experimentations with a more ascetic lifestyle – I’m definitely enjoying lots of time to write and meditate but we humans are naturally social creatures and reclusivity is only appealling to me if it has clearly defined limits! Look – me being social! By the way,ContinueContinue reading “Lego and crayons – remembering how to play”
Damn those coconuts
The other day, thanks to the seasoned wisdom of some some friends who’ve been coming here for years, I solved Mysore’s greatest mystery. Since we arrived, I’ve been finding dirty brown splodges over my clothes after they’ve dried on the line. I’ve already had to admit defeat on two t-shirts, including my favourite blue vest, whichContinueContinue reading “Damn those coconuts”
Home Alone 2
So, Chris has left again to complete the second (mahoosive) leg of his moped trip through India – this time he has around 2500 km to cover up to Delhi rather than the 600 km covered on the first leg, gulp. He reckons it will take him between 8 and 10 weeks. So I amContinueContinue reading “Home Alone 2”
Culinary cooperation and amazing ant-ics
Yesterday was all about teamwork. First of all, we took a cooking class with Manju, the gifted, maternal and all-round lovely cook at Mandira Cafe. It was great to enter the tiny, dark kitchen where all the magic happens, and watch Manju at work over the gas hob, taking notes and helping chop, grate and stir.ContinueContinue reading “Culinary cooperation and amazing ant-ics”
Stop looking, start finding
As previously mentioned, when we returned from our wonderful rural road trip the other day, my enthusiasm to get back on the yoga train was flagging somewhat. Coming back to Mysore had once again prompted unwelcome feelings of being a bit lost and confused about the whole thing. In desperation, I asked Chris to share with me someContinueContinue reading “Stop looking, start finding”
Crouching tiger, hidden yogi
Happy new year! These lovely welcome messages lay at the outskirts of every settlement we passed through. We noisily revved back into Mysore on the Royal Enfield (called a Bullet in India) yesterday after a fantastic road trip round the tranquil plantations of the beautiful Coorg region of Karnataka followed by two nights in the stunningContinueContinue reading “Crouching tiger, hidden yogi”
frond yoga with Rebecca May 