One left home, traveled across the seas to study, then to study further. He found a job in a city. There, he met his love. They held hands and moved across the seas, to a third and neutral place, together. Both landed as strangers in a new world; their separate pasts and ideas packed into … Continue reading My Two Brothers
deeply grounded, intertwined, exposed, growing above and around one another strong, they prop us up support, note, in the knowing of that past accept, admire, step on, discover infinite potential, we are handed a permission slip to grow from them; some roots hundreds of years old some we find around … Continue reading Roots
A year and a half ago my mental health crashed. I needed a medical evacuation out of Samui and a hospital stay in Bangkok of half a month, followed by a gradual unraveling of symptoms and a continual healing process. My yoga practices slowed down over this period of time for which there was guilt … Continue reading Balancing Yoga
Leila's interpretation: Mama is carrying Rahul and I am jealous. Papa is next to me and there is a heart in the middle. (Did you see I drew a heart!?) Roman is a baby, and Mina is also a baby.
This August full moon, it's down to recycling my Raksha bandan post from two years ago. ----------- Raksha Bandan – Bond of Protection When I lived in Zambia my family celebrated Raksha Bandan, a North Indian festival that honours the love between sisters’ and brothers’. It falls on a full-moon in August every year. My … Continue reading For the Brothers
9 years ago today Maher and I got married. In Montreal. We were amidst close family and friends - a party we won't forget. Guajira - I Love U 2 Much There was dancing - from barefoot in the rain with Yerba Buena at the jazz fest, the garba and dandiya raas non-stop night, to … Continue reading 9 Years and Moving to the Beat
In July last year, Maher bought me an iPhone for our anniversary. My frist ever Smartphone. Of course, I didn't even open it for a few months. Now I'm hooked. And then my brother introduced me to WhatsApp while complaining about how people don't just pick up the phone and call for a few minutes. … Continue reading For Just Being There
A Family of Scorpios and My Non-Existent Asana Practice November 1: Happy Birthday Rahul and Leila November 7: “He won,” Maher exclaims as I walk in. “Now I’m ready to move to America!” he winks. “But I don’t want to go to America on the Mayflower,” Rahul says. “If we go to Plymouth, America, we … Continue reading How November Whizzed By…
Or should I say Ring. And no, We don't get very far, Very fast.