Washing and chopping veggies and fruits, singing along to old tunes. The screen door is letting in a fresh breeze and the sunshine is warming the air. The grill is going and there’s tea on ice. There are baseball games happening across the way and you hear the fans cheering mix with splashing from the pool. It’s summer. It’s so comforting to be experiencing this and for a second I have a terrible thought that maybe I’m dreaming this. I remind myself that I am in the middle of one of the most chaotic cities in the world, in a foreign country, far from the good old American summers I love, as if this might bring reality back into focus. I can’t be loving it here. I can’t possibly say that I am having a good time! But everything keeps on just as it is: the sun, the breeze, the iced tea. Summer has arrived in New Delhi and I’m completely in love with it.
THE HUMAN BODY IS OUT Of CONTROL.
Learning about human anatomy during yoga teacher training has been similar to a college level intro to Biology class. Both times, I’ve had the same reaction: fall on the floor with amazement about how this body manages to work all its systems as a whole, from the smallest cell to the largest organ, from the smallest muscles in your pinky toe to the ever working heart muscle that pumps blood to your entire body. (fun fact: the largest solid organ in the body is the liver; it may be big but you only get one, so take care of it.) I always have way to many questions that nobody wants to answer like: !!!!!how does the left lung even know that the heart is there and therefore it can only have two lobes?!? How does it know?!!! Awesome engineering.
Dodgers game and USC’s first game of the season lined up for this holiday weekend.
That’s a lot of sports for such a little hippie.
In other news, I gotta figure out Twitter. Snookie has it down, it can’t be that hard.
“The sign is in fucking km! This is America mother fucker, tighten up!!”
This weekend was the Monterey, CA stop over for The Gentlemen of the Road tour…Mumford and Sons’ fantastic idea to celebrate local community on a global scale. Traveled up to Monterey by way of hwy 5, which took forever. No camping available upon arrival so we settled on two nights at the Magic Carpet Lodge, a very classy establishment. Headed to Cvs on a solo mission for liquor and while standing in front of their limited selection I overheard one gentleman say to another “Well, it all just comes down to what path we want to go down today”. Obviously, made friends with them and, as it turns out, we would be drinking with them outside the liquor store down the street 10 hours later. Mumford put on the best show I’ve ever seen. The rest of the weekend was a lot of visual stimulation, provided by Hwy 1 along the coastline. We lucked out on a campsite in Big Sur, met MORE awesome people whose compassion and generosity kept us from freezing over night. Our camp neighbor to the to the other side fed us a dinner of local mussels (harvested 500 ft from our tent) he had gathered himself. Saying it was a wonderful weekend is a gross understatement.
I thought I knew happiness but I had no freaking ideeeeeaaaa…today was a whole day of happy; being curious, taking the time to explore, meeting new friends. Today I met a woman who is the head gardener at a beautiful space in L.A. She works at the studio on weekends teaching kids classes and seemed super eager to help get my garden going. She is a deeply rooted energy, you can almost see the connect between her lower back and what grounds her to the Earth. We talked about “planting” earthworms, harvesting honey from the hive in the garden, and the importance of growing your own food. I learned that bees only fly in a straight line, left or right of their hive, when looking for pollinating areas, which made me wonder what happened to the flight path of the bee I stepped on yesterday.
Photo adventure for everything else.