Following a previous post about songs that inspired my travel adventures, I thought it would be a nice idea to share another list: I’ve prepared a selection of movies that have kindled my nomadic spirit. (more…)
Settling into my new neighborhood of Clinton Hill, I’ve got a bit of a routine. I found a yoga studio, familiarized myself with Citibike and have begun scouting out the local gastronomic and culinary offerings, creating a diet and eating rotation.
My practice is now focused on ingestion and mindfulness of the things I put into my body. Ingestion is another category of spiritual techniques that I observed in my travels, though sometimes techniques from holy sites prove instructive as much for what not to do. (more…)
While a sense of community is nice in that people become familiar and may even remember my name, last week, after four years, I was greeted by name and and given hugs at my old local haunt in North Miami Beach. I always thought Hemingway said the best way to make friends is by leaving a big tip, ensuring that your face is remembered at the bar, though I don’t recall paying enough for this type of annuity.
I was in Fisterra, Spain, finishing the Camino de Santiago the day my daughter was conceived in Colorado. A few weeks later, I burned an effigy of a wax baby in Fatima, Portugal, to pray the embryo later-to-be-named H would find a suitable place in her mother’s womb. My foray into fatherhood might best be described as non-traditional. (more…)
Throughout my life, certain songs have inspired some of my travel decisions – lyrics that determined which road I should take or what travel ticket I should buy.
Here’s a selection of a few that have stood out for me over the years: (more…)
“Number is the ruler of forms and ideas, and the cause of gods and demons.” ~ Pythagoras
“God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style. He just goes on trying other things.” ~ Picasso (more…)
Surveying spiritual techniques around the world is remarkably similar to the dating scene in New York. When I traveled across five continents, I examined a variety of techniques people use to get closer to their higher power. In creating my own spiritual path, I swiped left or right for the practices that worked for me. Never did I imagine the value of this type of discernment while dating in New York. (more…)
A peripatetic yoga teacher doesn’t have a regular schedule. That said, I came across some amazing places to practice – environments that seemed to be calling for it – and I could always rustle up some students.
Here are some of the most memorable:
When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t log in to the New York Times app. Regular readers know that as part of my routine, one of the things I enjoy is sitting down during the day to read the paper. Turns out that my subscription to the digital newspaper has expired, and so had someone else. (more…)
Last night I had one of my first deep sleeps in New York. The myriad noises ceased to be unique and the cacophony blended into an authentic city soundscape, allowing me to wake, feeling deeply refreshed. I was physically worn-out from a few recent late evenings, and intellectually exhausted from energy spent working with a new client, so a reset was much appreciated.