As has been discussed here on a number of occasions, I’ve lived all over the country, in all four Lower 48 time zones, in fact – California, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Tennessee, New York, and Massachusetts. As the song says, it’s just the gypsy in my soul. Many of the places in which I’ve resided …
If oftentimes happens that a movie or a television show glamorizes and romanticizes a place to such an extent that I want to go there, live there even. Eat Pray Love made Bali look so stunning that, given the chance, I might visit despite the desperately long flight.
Music, though, doesn’t have the visual edge while making its case for a place. Still, one of the more evocative songs I’ve heard in a long time celebrates New York City.
I’m a big fan of structure, order, consequence. Having everything in its place puts my spirit at ease, and so that’s how I have long operated… with a separation of powers within myself, my world. Driving I-90 East between Madison and Chicago yesterday afternoon, I realized that this modus vivendi may be stanching my progress …
Five years ago this month, when I was readying to leave my home in the Catskills and move to the Bay area, I had a tremendous experience. I was meditating in the Temple at Shree Muktananda Ashram and I fell in love. My heart was open and buzzing; my eyes bright and knowing. There was …