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What’s Your Theme? 2012 Awaits.

December 31, 2011

Amy Carole

:: Presence, Passion, Productivity ::

I met an awesome girl last year around this time in India named Cole. She was such a breath of fresh air; a cool, grounded chick from Australia who ran her own creative consulting biz. We’d talk for hours about how we both value entrepreneurship, goals and self-reliance, and we had a fabulous time wherever we went. I’m not sure she knew it at the time, but she inspired me in more ways than one. She had started working for herself a few years prior, and the year of 2010 had been huge for her in many ways. She attributed it to a constant driving force behind her everyday decisions and thought processes: Her Yearly Theme.

[Enter unexpected turn of events where this post takes its own direction]

…As I’m writing this I’m searching through notes to see if I can remember what her theme was for 2010 that was so helpful. Instead, I stumbled upon a year-old post in which I stated my own theme for the upcoming 2011: Cheers To Following Your Heart.

Funny, because looking back on this year, I did just that. Even better – everything is so aligned – I made a gratitude list this morning for 2011 (thanks to the inspiration of Jenny Sansouci) and wrote verbatim: “Following my heart all the way out to Denver.”

Listening to my gut – to my heart center – is exactly what has driven pretty much every decision, every move I made since this journey began. Not the selfish, activity-driven voice that your mind sometimes mistakes for your heart. I’m talking that undeniable feeling when you know something is the right move, even though you can find plenty of people who wouldn’t agree. That feeling of complete flow, complete surrender.

I’ve been reading the Tao Te Ching recently and the most impacting messages are the ones about non-doing. Giving up trying to make things happen. That doesn’t mean we sit around all day, every day. My take on this is deeper than that – it’s an act of surrender to that which is actually happening. And if you’re in the flow, aligned with your center, then we naturally make and create that which is an extension of our Self.

At least that’s how I choose to interpret it starting now, as we move into 2012.

It’s funny how many different “futures” I’ve dreamed up for myself over these two years. None of them happened exactly, but they all stem from the same Root, the same purpose, just different forms.

There are a lot of things brewing here now, all very exciting. By abandoning trying to “figure out” what is the best move, I gave up. And something so inspiring has grown from that surrender. I can’t wait to announce more details soon.

So, here we are. December 31st, 2011.

I know we’ve all got some big visions ahead.

So what’s your Theme this year?

I’ll start. Just as it did one year ago, the answer came quickly:

Presence, Passion, Productivity.

Winter Solstice Ceremony, 2010.

Wishing everyone a safe and happy entry into 2012!

Cheers to following your heart,

Amy Carole

One Year Later: A Homage To Teachers

October 31, 2011

Amy Carole

Today is my one-year anniversary of leaving NYC. I can’t even begin to describe the journey that unfolded, that is still unfolding, every-evolving with each day that passes. From the beaches of India to the monastic forests of Southern Thailand, back up to the untouched land of Northern Michigan, and into the beauty of the Catskills and Berkshires, I find myself using this time to reflect on all that I have learned and experienced. While I enjoy all the memories of laughter and adventure, I keep returning to all the teachers that I have been blessed to study with and learn from. So on this day, let this be a celebration of the journey and a homage to the teachers that crossed my path. May we all meet again.

Through my life, I’ve always been one to say “everything happens for a reason”, and I still believe this fully. But after this year, I can elaborate on this with certainty. People cross our paths at the exact time we are to meet. This is our gift from the Universe and I don’t believe we have any control on those meetings happening. But it is up to us to choose to cultivate and nurture a relationship – or perhaps we choose not to do anything. We are presented with opportunities, all the time, to learn from others. Sometimes these people appear as formal teachers, with credentials and certifications that resonate with us, and other times they are simply a peer or even a stranger we might only have one conversation with. What I’ve learned is this: each and every person and interaction is an opportunity for learning and growth.

So often we forget that we do not have all the answers. It’s a very humbling thing to remember as often as you can. Because that act of letting go – that choice to be vulnerable – is such a crucial tool in opening yourself up to deeper connection and ultimately, deeper learning. I used to be so intimidated by people who had more knowledge than me in the things I was interested in, especially those who could be in my peer group (opposed to an older formal teacher). That sounds so backwards, doesn’t it? But as I embarked on this trip last year, I knew I was in for a big awakening in many ways, and learning was top on my list. I wanted to learn as much as I could about yoga and spirituality, teaching, love, myself. This is a never-ending quest, of course, but I was ready to dive headfirst into it as priority #1 for the first time in my life. What occurred was beyond anything I could have imagined.

The teachers who facilitated my 200-hr yoga teacher training in Goa, India were so wonderful. Each so knowledgeable in their own right, their own specialty, and we had a number of guest lecturers come through. Beyond the eight limbs of yoga, Sanskrit, yoga history and theory, the 30 days of pure immersion with 27 other students was a huge learning experience. So many of us were traveling down similar paths: changing careers, embarking on self-discovery, searching for something greater, something more authentic and gratifying than the life we’d been living. I fell into a tight crew of girls, many of whom stayed in Goa for a month or two after the training was over. These girls were my rocks and a constant source of inspiration and knowledge. They will also all understand the picture below :)

During the training I explored dream analysis with a Zen Buddhism teacher as a way to make sense of the wild meflaquin-fueled dreams I was having each night. I’d never known the theory behind how our conscious and subconscious minds deal – or don’t deal – with the things that we dream. It was so fascinating.

One night I wandered into a restaurant called Magic Park with a dear friend of mine. Our first visit there was a game-changer for both of us, on many different levels. Teachers, friends, lovers, amazing conversation: Magic Park offered everything. One particular person – a lovely man named Rolf – taught me two invaluable lessons. First, the importance of your words, specifically suspending the use of “should” and anything similar. Ever since that day, whenever I catch myself using language with “should”, “need to”, etc, I take a deep breath and rephrase whatever I had to say. It makes a difference, changing the intention of your words like that.

The other lesson from Rolf changed how I live my life on a daily basis. You know those moments where you find yourself worrying about something you cannot control or decide about yet? For example, the moment you discover you’ve lost your phone and set out retracing your steps, or you get pulled over by a police officer, and have to sit and wait to see what happens next? It is in these moments that we can make a choice to either dwell in the worst-case scenario and let all the “what ifs” run through our minds, basically freaking ourselves out with worry; or, we can choose to breathe, relax and wait to see what actually happens. As humans, our egos are constantly drawn to the drama, and since drama doesn’t actually exist, we tend to fabricate things in our head instead. So you get pulled over. In this moment you can either choose to get overly upset because now you are going to get a ticket, have to go to court, pay a fine, which means the money you saved to buy that new suit will be gone, and to top it off you’re late for that do-or-die business lunch. So basically, this ruins your entire career. Wait—doesn’t this seem a little extreme? YES! That’s the point. The mind takes us to crazy places of worry and doubt, when in reality nothing has even happened yet. One little change in your perception of the situation could have you speaking honestly and calmly to the police officer, apologizing and owning up to your violation, being totally open to the situation. And here’s the important thing: doing all this with the intention of everything turning out just fine. Knowing that everything will be ok. And you know what? It usually is, especially if you shift your thoughts, words and actions away from worry and doubt and instead, enjoy, trust and surrender to the moment. (Thank you Rolf!)

In Goa I met a teacher for life, Master Gregory James. I was blessed to practice Tai Chi with him and other students on the shores of the Arabian Sea as the sun set, welcoming each evening with slow and steady intention. Immediately following one particularly powerful session, I experienced a breakthrough in meditation that I will never forget. It was the first time I found a physical practice that affected me more powerfully than asana (i.e. doing yoga postures). The discussions with “MG” were always insightful and thought-provoking. Every single session taught me so much about myself and my practice. Although our time was brief, I know we’ll be crossing paths again soon.

A month later I found myself in the forests of Southern Thailand, participating in a 10-day silent meditation retreat, called Vipassana. It was there that I realized the power of finding teachers in the stillness that comes from such an experience. I no longer had to look outward; instead, I sat with myself in nature. I learned just as much – or perhaps even more – from the birds, the ants, the rocks and the water than the monks and nuns who lectured each day. But most importantly, I learned from myself. Sitting in the silence of Vipassana is not just about no longer talking. It’s about finding that silence in the mind; learning from the vacillations from thought to no thoughts and everything in between. As the saying goes, the best teacher truly lies within each of us.

A month later in Bali, I was fortunate to teach my first yoga retreat. Ten days on the Northern coast of that magical island was such a learning experience. One where I deliberately put myself in a situation that terrified me. As a new teacher, I had to build up as much confidence as I could muster, even if I didn’t necessarily believe it at the time. What I found was amazing. Each and every moment served as a chance to learn, finding the connections between my actions and the students’ actions, my words and their practice. It was there I learned how unique and special each student really is, each with her own goals, struggles and reasons for coming to the mat.

The most profound teacher I met on my journey was in Bali, on the tiny party island Gili Trawangan. Why I was there, and why an enlightened Indian yogi was there, I’ll never know. But he walked straight up to me on a crowded road and asked me if I did yoga, fully knowing what my answer would be. This random-seeming occurrence was absolutely meant to be in every way, and we continue to communicate regularly from halfway across the world. Meeting Rahul was – and is – a deeply personal experience. My deepest gratitude to him and his continued teachings.

It is interesting to me that although I did not study with any formal teachers in my two-month Balinese journey, I learned more there about myself than anywhere else. Perhaps it was because of the timing, perhaps it was the energy of that magical place, or perhaps it was the beautiful company I kept there. Namely, my lovely soul sisters Jenn and Kristan. Our conversations went on for hours, each full of new realizations, perceptions and emotions. My deepest gratitude to them and all the friends I met along the way.

Back up to Thailand one last time, I had a whirlwind three weeks. The first few days I will never forget, as much as I probably wanted to forget at the time. I couch-surfed at a small ashram-type guesthouse with a Buddhist guy who told me more about myself and my character – good and bad – than I cared to face at the time. It was such a test of strength, trust and courage. I ultimately made the choice to leave the situation and continue on with my plans, but the experience showed me so much. It taught me about the delicate balance of trusting other people you encounter on this spiritual path. I saw first-hand how some seekers can get sucked into a person’s message and ultimately become a follower, due to their own weaknesses and self-doubt. Although that situation was filled with negativity and doubt, I am forever grateful for the lessons that came out of it. No one ever said you have to like a teacher in order for their message to be heard.

That last trip to Thailand I studied with a wonderful Thai massage teacher, Yan, at the Sunshine School of Thai Massage. This was the perfect example of how much I learned from my peers. There were eight people in our class, each with a body so remarkably unique that it was like starting anew each time. We were all so vocal that we quickly learned how to teach each other what felt good, what could use improvement, etc. If only people could communicate like that outside the classroom!

Socially, my time in Chaing Mai was the most unexpected blessing of my entire trip. Thanks to the amazing Emily Baxter, I was connected with an wonderful kula of yogis and yoginis. Most of us were formal teachers in some facet, the others still teachers in their own right. Never before had I felt so at home. I learned how to let go and just dive headfirst into a community of people, filled with love and total acceptance. It was like all veils were lifted and authenticity shined through each and every one of us. No matter where we were – on the mat, at a night market, in the sauna – the air just radiated with joy. It was through this experience that my standards for community were raised. My deepest gratitude to the Wild Rose Kula, especially sweet, sweet Rosemary.

Teachers. More and more I realize that formal teachers are only a small – albeit important – piece of the pie. The people you surround yourself with teach you so much, whether you invite it or not. For this reason it is so important to choose your friends and peers wisely, because you will learn from and internalize their actions and words. It doesn’t stop with people. Art, movement, nature – these can all teach us valuable lessons if we only open up and truly connect with what surrounds us. But above all, in this journey I can now say with confidence: the greatest teacher truly is yourself.

Things I Wish I Had Packed For Goa, India

January 11, 2011

Amy Carole

Judging from the look on my face, yesterday may as well have been Christmas for me. After three weeks of patiently waiting, I got a call from Mahavir telling me my package had arrived. My mother sent this package before Christmas, after weeks of my debating the things I really couldn’t live without while over here in India. Because I spent so much time reading blogs and articles about what to bring for an extended stay in India, I wanted to pay it forward and do the same for others to be uber-prepared before they board the plane. And away we go!

  • Altec Lansing travel speakers + AAA batteries: Wow wow wow. I can’t say enough about this speaker. I don’t know what I was thinking leaving home without proper speakers. Once I realized my iPod touch had the sound equivilent to a mosquito, and my netbook’s speakers rivaled a miniature toy train’s engine, I realized I needed to get something pronto. I don’t trust buying electronics here and I knew I could get something great on Amazon, so I found this with its hundreds of positive reviews and ordered it in under 30 seconds. The entire thing is about the diameter of a coaster, only a couple of inches tall and it weighs less than my wallet. The sound is up there with a proper iPod dock, deep and full even at high volume. The case is super protective and comes with a mini-carabiner for quick and easy transport. Definitely include a few sets of AAA batteries because you never know how long Indian batteries will actually last :)
  • Gap sports bras: I made the mistake of buying a brand new sports bra for this trip, a fancy hot yoga style from Lululemon. By day one noticed the fit was wrong and quickly realized this was not going to work out. Trouble is, there is no where to get a proper, well-made sports bra, except for the Nike store about 1 hour away. But who knew if they’d even have what I want? Because I wanted something that doubled as a regular bra, I want with this. Great for light activity and all the racerback tops you end up finding here! (I kid you not – about 80% of the tanks I see for sale here are racerback. Something to note.)
  • Basic tank tops: I cannot stress enough how key this is! I did not bring my favorite beaters with me, for fear that they’d be too “revealing” only to find that in Goa, they throw decency out the window. Most of the time here, less is more. So I had a couple colorful ones and a beige one that can be dressed up or down. *For those of you heading elsewhere in India, make sure you have other options with sleeves.
  • American Apparel black leggings: It gets cold here in Goa in January. And half the tops are tunics. Leggings just make sense.
  • SanDisk 8GB Flash Drive: I only brought two of these (2 and 4GB) and they are already full. I’ll be upgrading to an external hard drive soon.
  • Essential oil – Egyptian Goddess: If you have a favorite oil or perfume, do yourself a favor and bring it unless it’s extremely common. I can go into any shop here and find most oils but not this. Again, ordered from Amazon and shipped home.
  • Ziplock bags: Hard to find, super handy. Anything from food, liquids, loose batteries, toilet rolls, etc.
  • Cliff bars: I say I need these for “emergency situations” but the biggest emergency I’d had so far was having the flu and not wanting to get out of bed to eat, so I at a stash of Cliff bars. I’m not kidding myself – these will be gone before I arrive in Bangkok.
  • Skinny watch: I mentioned this before, but it quickly came to my attention (swimming in the sea) that this watch is in fact not waterproof, so I had another one sent. It’s $20 and feels weightless on your wrist.
  • Dove deodorant: Make note: I searched countless stores in North Goa for powder deodorant. It’s not available. Period. Unless you want the roll-on kind in a hot, sticky climate, do yourself a favor and bring exactly what you know and love.
  • Alba SPF 45 face lotion: I have had the hardest time finding true, natural products here. I thought with all the ayurvedic treatments and whatnot it’d be relatively easy. But no – it is so commercialized here in Goa that they have all these American and knock-off brands with tons of chemicals and toxins. (Don’t even get me started on the yoga mats here…they actually infuse them with a permanent stench of chemicals.) This product is readily available at Whole Foods and has done wonders for my skin.
  • Jarrow Formulas Saccharomyces Boulardii + Mos 5 billion probiotics (90 count): This stuff is amazing. It’s room temperature stable so no worries for long-term traveling. 90 count lasts 2-3 months. These are great to take during any long plane or train rides. Really helps to keep everything in check.

And of course my Mom snuck in some other edible goodies that shall remain nameless :)

When I meet my awesome parents in Thailand in early February, I’ll inevitably have another long list of stuff, which will be nicely packed in my amazing new replacement suitcase they will be bringing on the plane. I’ve been waiting patiently for a couple of months now, as the cost to ship it to India would have run at least $500. Luckily I’ve been staying in one place for the most part.

Looking at the beginning of my current list for them to bring in February, I’ll leave with these last few suggestions:

  • Good pens
  • Good toothbrush
  • And for all you ladies, tampons! For some reason they are almost impossible to find here.

Happy travels!

xoxo

Amy Carole

A Visit To Banyan Tree Baba

January 9, 2011

Amy Carole

The Baba was taken away today by the Indian Police, right as we arrived to the Banyan Tree. I had waited over a month to finally see this man, to finally sit with him, and we arrived to this scene instead. The police had come a number of times before, but he hadn’t ever been taken away until now.

In India there are many babas – respected, holy men – and many of these babas choose to live off the land and a few meager possessions. It reminds me of the samanas in the forests in Siddhartha, living in the woods. Babas can be like gurus, healing, helping & teaching those people who come.

This baba has been living in north Arambol under a massive banyan tree. I first heard about him the third week into my yoga course. My friend Pam had wandered around the cliffs on the beach and walked into the forests, only to stumble upon this man sitting with a number of people deep in the cliffs. She sat with him for a while, talking to him, chanting, meditating, having a lovely time. Suddenly, she sees the police arriving. They searched people, pretty much looking for drugs, and arrested a local Goan because he didn’t have proper ID. But the baba remained that day.

So I walked into the forests with my friends this morning. To get there you walk around the cliffs, past countless shops built right into the rock, each selling the exact some thing.

“I give you good price!”  :)

This lets out onto the beach, where you turn inland and walk through a gorgeous canopy of palm trees and banyans, with a steep, rocky stream running through it. It is absolutely stunning when you really take it all in – something out of Jurassic Park.

As we walked into the forest we passed a group of people who warned us the police had arrived, giving the Baba trouble this time for not having his ID, claiming he is not a real baba (whatever that means…I found myself wondering if in India you can get “Baba” on your ID). We kept walking and soon ran into a man with a hip-height stick, blocking the path.

“Where are you going?” he said.

“To the banyan tree. Excuse us.”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What are you doing?” replies Melanie, as the four of us squeeze past him.

We climb up to the tree and see him there with three other men, police but in no uniform whatsoever. I see the baba sitting underneath this magnificent tree, and you could just see the fear in his eyes. Jen – who’d been there a number of times – she goes up and gives him a big hug, comforting him. She later told me he was shaking.

I was in awe. Between the cops being there in plainclothes, looking at the baba with a sort of compassion I’d never seen in a cop; to the banyan tree, in all its glory; to the space itself, so inviting and filled with love.  The energy here was undeniably loving, despite this situation with the cops. Jen and Baba spoke and she agreed to take his backpack, sleeping bag and journal back to her place. What was unfolding was quite amazing to me, because literally hundreds of people are coming to sit with this Baba every week, and here is Jen holding his things safe until he gets back. (Which I’m sure will be very soon.) As he was escorted away from his home, I put my hands to my heart and said Namaste, exchanging one last look.

Few words were exchanged. I paid no mind to the other people. I silently grabbed a blanket and looked around.  The energy of this place was stunning, with the incense and fire still burning, the flowers on the altar still fresh, a half-eaten plate of chaat on the ground along with four half-full classes of masala chai. It was clear that the Baba’s presence remained. So I sat with him.

Just another Sunday morning in Arambol.

 

UPDATE: The Baba was released this evening and gathered his things, heading back to the banyan tree. I love happy endings.

Vinyasa Flow Yoga At Blue Pyramid: Open For Business

January 2, 2011

Amy Carole

My friend Cole told me that every year she has a theme, or a word to live by. I loved this immediately. What was my theme for 2011, I thought. As quickly as I asked, the answer came: Cheers to following your heart.

I told myself that when I left for this trip, I wanted to stay in one place for an extended period of time, rather than running around from town to town. Check.

I told myself that I wanted to get to know the people, the ins and outs of the place. Check, check.

I told myself I wanted to learn something every place I went, and also teach yoga wherever I went. Well, two weeks into it I’m teaching 5 days per week. So check, check, check.  Talk about the power of manifestation!

I pounded the pavement sand for hours today, and now it’s 8 hours before my first advertised class in India. I have a friend Mithun, who runs the guest house I’ve been staying in and has been such a good friend to have around. Anything I need we’ll hop on the motorbike and run to a store that does/has what I need. He took me to a copy shop and helped me print out my flyers, get them laminated and cut professionally. Always willing to help, asking nothing in return, and we have some really funny conversations.

Yesterday I was drinking a juice from Happy Banana (which is my favorite place EVER – my #1 order is avocado/papaya/banana/dates) and had the plastic cup in my hand, ready to throw away as we drove down the road towards the bus station. I said Mithun, what am I supposed to do? I never see garbage bins anywhere, am I just supposed to throw it on the ground? He was like, well yes, everyone else does so you really don’t have many other options. It all goes to the same place anyways…burned in a pile somewhere. (Don’t get me started on the stench of burning garbage in the hot sun.) Anyways, I reluctantly litter as we drive past the school and he goes Amy! What’d you do that for? Now we have to go back and pick it up…I was like Mithun, you told me to do it! I feel terrible now. He goes, Amy, you are destroying our beautiful India. Then he paused….and started cracking up. I quickly joined. Like I said, funny conversations.

So as I was saying, today I pounded the sand for 4 hours. I walked into each restaurant and introduced myself, walked up to each wall, each internet shop owner. And just taped and tacked those bad boys up. It’s exciting and beautiful, I feel as if I had a soft launch last week and tomorrow the real show begins. I could get very used to teaching full-time, very quickly. I think I already am.

Now that I’m in India exploring so many different forms of movement, I find myself thinking about what it’d be like to incorporate certain things into class. For example, today at Tai Chi I was just dying to try this one move in the morning at Blue Pyramid facing the sea. So we’ll probably start the day with that tomorrow. The yoga class officially starts at 8:30am, at least that’s when we start asana (poses). But from 8-8:30am will be open meditation and pranayama.  Teaching full-time here is just fascinating me, I cannot wait to explore more. And the view from the mat ain’t too shabby either.

I’ll close with my theme for the sure-to-be-amazing year of 2011:

Cheers to following your heart,

Amy Carole

DIY Couples Meditation – Papaya & Chocolate & Blindfolds, oh my!

December 24, 2010

Amy Carole

Here in Arambol there are so many options for self-exploration, so many chances to learn about yoga, reiki, ayurveda, meditation, etc. It is truly a seeker’s paradise. When you fully immerse yourself into meditation, beautiful things start to happen. I’ve met so many couples who are looking for a way to capture those moments together, be it through partner yoga, massage or even meditation. A dear friend of mine here approached me about hosting a couples meditation using a technique he recently tried. I loved the idea immediately so after looking at my blank calendar, I happily accepted.

What we put together was beautiful in so many ways. We chose the top level of a beach restaurant called Om Star, with a perfect view of the Arabian Sea and what ended up being one of the most exquisite sunsets here in weeks.

The couples were asked to bring three things: their favorite fruit, chocolate and a scarf to be used as a blindfold. We had two couples along with myself, Joseph and another lovely friend Jennifer. Yes – that’s an odd number – so we ended up having little threesome meditation. I was a little skeptical of that at first, but it ended up being fantastic, sharing each other’s energy and love.

To set the mood, we laid out fresh cut flowers, turned on some mellow music, burned a stick of insence and placed sandalwood votive candles all around. As the sun continued to set lower into the sky, shining through the breezy, open cafe, we got started. The couples began sitting on cushions facing each other, holding hands and staring directly into each others’ eyes. It’s amazing to watch the transition from movement and talking to just sitting and being. I know it sounds corny, but you could just feel the love in the air.

They say that the eyes are the window to the soul; this exercise allows you to look right in. How often do you take the time to look at your partner in the eye and just observe, filled with gratitude and love, forgetting any reservations or worry? There is nothing you can hide when you stare this deeply, all feelings and thoughts come to the surface. So for anyone trying this at home, make sure it’s with someone you are comfortable enough to fully let go with, because you will get so much more out of this by letting all guards down.

After about 15 minutes of connecting through the eyes, we switched gears and moved into using our sense of smell and taste. We served platters of fruit salad, chocolate and spices for each couple. Each woman placed a blindfold over her partner’s eyes and had him relax for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. Slowly, the women began to feed her partner with her hands, stopping to let him smell the fruit, feel it on his lips, then finally tasting it.

Again, for those wanting to try this at home: if you approach this with a beginner’s mind, as if you’ve never tasted watermelon, or felt papaya on your tounge, it is a much more powerful experience. In our daily lives we rush through everything, never stopping to really enjoy our food…especially the sensual nature of eating fruit. And no sensual fruit experience would be complete without chocolate, so we experimented with alternating that and fruit, or even better, creating loving combinations. Note: the classic chocolate and strawberries did it for me! Another unexpected treat was dipping a piece of fruit in some of the spices, especially the cinnamon. Even just a whiff of dried cloves was enough to send the senses into overload. After about half of the food is finished, we switched so the men blindfolded and fed the ladies.

It was an interesting dynamic for our little threesome, because we are all friends and super genuine, loving people. Jen and I fed Joseph at the same time, taking turns and playing around with different combinations. Then we switched and he fed us both. Periodically I took a break to look around and see how the other two couples were doing, and it was just a gorgeous sight to see. Add the sunset into the mix and you’ve got a little slice of heaven right here in Arambol, Goa.

For the last 15 minutes, the couples took some time to explore and connect using the sense of touch. Thanks to my friend Angus – the inventor of the ever-popular Orgasmatron and Mandrem’s utopian paradise Mandala – each couple was able to give and receive tantalizing head massages using this amazing little device*.

All in all, the meditation was a beautiful success. With the holidays in full swing and hopefully some more time at home, this is something you can easily do with your partner in whatever way speaks to you. We spend so much time talking about our feelings, both positive and negative, rather than connecting using our four other senses of sight, touch, taste and smell. The key is to be open to exchanging energy in this way and to keep your intentions pure.

Wishing lots of love and gratitude for everyone out there as we head into 2011!

xoxo

Amy Carole

*For anyone who hasn’t tried this yet – they are marketed as both the Orgasmatron and Pleasure Zone - go buy yourself one asap.  You’ll feel sensations you never dreamed of and it never gets old!

East vs. West

November 27, 2010

Amy Carole

Adjectives alone cannot do justice to how great the Indian people are as a whole. They are incredibly kind, giving, resilient, easy-going, and so much more. The story below epitomizes the difference between how the Indian people interact versus how we are in the West.

Our taxi driver Mohamet never went to school and cannot read, but taught himself English by simply listening to foreigners speak on the beach, in his taxi, etc. I’ve been invited into his home, met his nephews and niece, and jammed out to Linkin Park in the car. He is hilarious, like an Indian Eddie Murphy, so my friends and I are sending him a DVD of Coming To America.

Last Saturday, Mohamet drove us to a night market in Anjuna and waited in the parking lot while we wandered around and shopped. Once we were ready to leave, we piled into his small SUV and started to back out of the crowded lot. Out of nowhere, he slams on the breaks and there is a quick commotion as we realize we came within millimeters of hitting a man on a scooter. Uh oh, I thought, this could be a problem. Instead, the parking lot security guard comes over and in the next few seconds I hear Mohamet, the guard and the man on the scooter start laughing big, hearty laughs.

No matter that a man could have gotten seriously injured. It was as if the near-accident itself had caused them to bond and share a laugh.  I was in awe, thinking how differently this would have gone down had it happened at home. The stress that we put on our minds when things don’t go our way, our quickness to blame others – rather than understand – causes us so much dis-ease, confliction, and separation from our fellow human beings. That quick incident serves to remind me how we should all approach life.

Settling Into India

November 27, 2010

Amy Carole

It’s 11pm on a Friday night, my first day off since this yoga teacher training (“YTT”) began. The yoga shala and most of my fellow trainees’ huts are dark, as we are all quite worn down from a demanding, intense week. Temperature is about 80 degrees and humid. Mosquitoes are in full swing around the naked hanging light bulbs at the entrance to the lake, but by some luck they seem to ignore me completely.  Sitting beside the lake under a clear sky, I can hear a hippie cover band playing at an expat beach joint called Surf Club. My YTT is being held at a retreat space called Whispering Lakes, tucked between two towns in North Goa, about a 20 minute walk from either Arambol or Mandrem and directly behind the Arabian Sea.

Goa is a small southwestern state with a large Christian population due to the Portuguese rule over the past few centuries. It is now easily the most liberal state in this amazing country. Because of the heavy Western influence – furthered by tourists on holiday or just traveling through, as well as the countless expats that live here – you can walk around the streets in relatively normal clothing and not get stared at and harassed by the locals. This also means it’s quite easy to find Western accommodations that have things that we take for granted like showers, heated water, toilet paper…or even “Western” toilets at all! Suffice to say, it’s a great transitional place to start this journey.

Things have been pretty much non-stop since I arrived in India 11 days ago. My quick trip in Bombay (Mumbai) was fantastic. Meeting three of my favorite girls halfway across the world was such a treat. We saw the Taj Mahal hotel, the Gates of India, walked around famed Colaba, and haggled with the best of them on Linking Road.

 

A friend hooked me up with the best local to know in all of Bombay, and he took us around for a relaxing night on the town, stopping at various chaat vendors for some straight-up Indian street food, then off to a high-roller night at the roofdeck lounge of the Four Seasons. Right next door to the hotel were homes made of scrap metal.

After a quick stint in Bombay we flew to Goa and spent three days touring around the area. Anyone who comes here has got to visit the spice plantations in Ponda, where you tour an active plantation, learn about the different spices (did you know that bay leaves and cinnamon bark comes from the same tree?) and eat an amazing meal on a banana leaf.

Ponda Spice Plantation lunch

We visited a World Heritage site with stunning old temples and churches, spent an afternoon of pampering at an Ayurvedic Health Centre, and had a curious visit to the opening ceremony for the temple of a “destiny reader”. This man told my friend Dina that she was to drop her last name and go only by “Dina”, even on her passport. He told me I was a soldier and had stomach problems. And Nicole is apparently destined to be famous, but not in her home country. Curious indeed. We also had a ridiculous experience renting scooters and driving to the “beach” in Calangute, only to find it filled with garbage and oogling locals everywhere we turned.

 

This was not the relaxing Goa we’d expected, so we booked it and headed up to Vagator Beach instead. Much more our speed, we spent an entire morning and afternoon on the beach with the Russians and cows. On little Vagator Beach, I got a pair of “Ray Bans” for $3.00, petted a cow, and saw the most beautiful sand I’ve even seen in my life. The water is so clear here and the land so rich with minerals that the sand sparkles like diamonds in the water.

It’s funny how even at an expensive hotel here, the power still goes out regularly, the water mysteriously turns off, and the internet works about 25% of the time. But hey, we’re in India…so as the locals say, “no problem”!

One Bag: Packing For India & Beyond

November 14, 2010

Amy Carole

As I sit in the Chicago airport I keep looking at my bag and wonder what I was thinking. For some reason, seeing this huge backpack makes things more real than ever. Ten minutes ago I had a mini-freakout when I thought I had somehow lost my little bag with ALL my emergency stuff, medication, etc. (thought I left it on the security belt…don’t ask). Which was totally untrue, but my heart skipped a beat nonetheless.  If I lose something, it’s basically something essential.

So what really goes into packing for an extended trip to India and SE Asia? I researched this topic for what seems like months; both what goes in the bag and more importantly, the bag itself. After a long internal debate, I decided on this super-lightweight convertible backpack/duffle. I choose this based on weight, capacity and simplicity.

Disclaimer: I’m not going to pretend that I went super minimalist.This list is long. I figured this is my first time living out of a pack and I can always send stuff home. Let’s take a look:

  • Small padlocks for locking zipper pulls
  • Cable lock for luggage racks, bed, etc.
  • Big black super-purse (decided against a daypack to avoid constantly taking it off to retrieve items)

Money belt, which holds:

  • Passport
  • Travel insurance and regular insurance cards
  • American Express
  • ATM card
  • Majority of my cash, both USD and rupees
  • List of important numbers
  • Driver’s license

Important Documents folder:

  • Copies of everything in the money belt
  • Backup credit card
  • E-tickets for flights
  • 10 passport photos for any new visas I’ll need on the road
  • Certificate of Vaccinations
  • International driver’s license
  • Copies of birth certificate, visa
  • Expired passport
  • Itinerary
  • Embassy contact info for all planned countries

Things to stay sane and connected:

  • Digital camera, spare battery, extra SD card and flash drive
  • iPod Touch, fully loaded
  • Netbook and case
  • Gaiam travel yoga mat
  • Battery chargers for the electronics
  • Plug adapters and converter
  • Notepads and pens (extra pens for small gifts to locals)
  • Couple books and Lonely Planets for South India and Goa

Pharma:

  • Antimalarial pills
  • Antibiotic (I got enough for 6 rounds…hopefully won’t need to take more than once or twice!)
  • Pepto (for those lovely cases of “Delhi belly”)
  • Fish oil, probiotics and superfood pills
  • Excedrine, Advil, Pseudophedrine
  • Antiseptic
  • Insect repellent
  • Sunscreen
  • Hydrocortisone
  • SteriPEN (promises to be a godsend and environment-friendly)

Toiletries:

  • Laundry detergent, plastic disc and rope for clothesline
  • Toilet paper (it’s India…enough said!)
  • Small packs of tissues
  • Antibacterial hand gel
  • Face and body wash
  • Wash cloth and pack towel
  • Brush and hair spray
  • Scissors, tweezers, nail file and clippers
  • Toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss.
  • Face and body lotion
  • Razor
  • Tampons
  • Shampoo and conditioner
  • Deodorant
  • Little bit of makeup

Misc:

  • Silk sleep sack
  • Inflatable neck pillow
  • Sunglasses and spare ones
  • Head flashlight
  • Alarm clock
  • Skinny watch – cheap, light and waterproof
  • Extra plastic ziploc bags.
  • Protein bars for unforseen emergencies
  • Water bottle
  • Sewing kit and safety pins.
  • Umbrella
  • Earplugs
  • Air pillow, eye shades
  • Hair ties
  • Extra reusable bag
  • Yet another backup credit card + AAA Visa TravelMoney ATM card

Clothes:

  • 2 t-shirts, 2 tanks
  • 1 long sleeve shirt
  • 1 light cardigan
  • 2 light pants (harems and linen)
  • 2 yoga pants, 2 yoga top
  • bikini + sarong
  • shawl
  • underware
  • 3 bras + one lululemon sports bra
  • 2 socks
  • Kai-Kai flip flops & Tevas (will decide which pair to keep and send the other home)
  • Toms shoes
  • 1 nice dress
  • Pair of nice strappy sandals

Whew, still there?!

Yes, it’s a lot of stuff, and yes, I’m sure I can buy most of this abroad but I’d prefer to get rid of stuff rather than not be able to find certain things. We’ll see how it goes!

xoxo

Amy Carole

To Do List: Indian Train Madness Begins

September 29, 2010

Amy Carole

I’ve got a month left here in NYC and the days seem to be flying. It’s crazy, this anticipation mixed with the change in seasons. Almost like a natural progression. You know what’s funny? In order to carry your life around in one bag and simplify everything, it takes a whole lotta complication to get there.  I’m talking calls to multiple service providers, doctors, shots, pills, moving, selling, giving away-ing, hugging, photocopying, backing up, pausing, cramming – it is unbelievable. Thankfully I make time for yoga in my calendar just like other things, so I don’t end up so overscheduled that I don’t have time to practice. That’s so important – and the hardest thing for me about yoga – the dedication. You gotta work towards dedication, and it ain’t always pretty. But anyways, I digress.

This is a crazy time. Goodbyes are the hardest thing. When I was younger I’d go to these summer camps for 1-2 months at a time and I’d actually have my mom pick me up a day early so I didn’t have to be there during the entire goodbye ceremony. I couldn’t handle that much empathy and crying! Oh man I used to get so worked up, leaving my new best friends that I will most likely never see again.

So. I had what you could call my first experience with how things will probably “work” in India. The other day I was researching how to get to Goa from Mumbai. Basically deciding between a plane or train. I ended up booking a 10 hour sleeper train. It’s supposed to be a gorgeous route along the coast of the Arabian Sea and of course the train will be much more entertaining than flying, so I’m excited. I am meeting with an awesome girl in Mumbai whose doing the YTT with me and we’ll travel together, which is great since it’s pretty sketchy for a female to travel alone there. Anyways, I go to buy the train ticket online and I think I ended up trying to buy my ticket at least 10 times total. Each time something different happened, including a bunch of broken code after a one particular purchasing attempt.

Not to be unfair. The train system in India is amazing, all things considered. It’s run by the government and all routes and prices are regulated. Their reservation system, however, is insane. There are three different classes of tickets you can buy and you have no choice:

1) Available – you can secure seats

2) RAC – Reservation Against Cancellation – this gets you on the train and in your chosen class, but you might end up not getting a bed and just have a seat instead

3) WL – Waitlist – this literally functions like you’re waiting in a queue

So you might see a ticket come up in a search that says “WL03” which means there are two others in front of you for a reserved seat but not confirmed. And as people cancel or otherwise drop, you move up from there. There’s a website where you can check your place in line which is pretty neat. With over 1 billion people living in India, imagine how many reservations they have at one time!  Apparently people buy WL tickets as high as WL50/60 and their spot dramatically moves up before the train actually leaves, allowing them to board and get exactly what they’d planned for. Almost like some sort of lotto. Very strange.  Btw, I got WL4 so no worries there. As for class, there are also five different options ranging from SC/SL/3A/2A/1A. More on that here. (By the way, IndiaMike.com is the best India site I’ve found hands down.)

I supposed I could have gone for the easier option like taking an hour plane ride, allowing me to take a car to the Mumbai airport and get shuttled over to the YTT spot in Goa – but how exciting could that really be? Come on: an 10 hour Indian sleeper train? I have GOT to see this in action.

Next item on the list is the vaccination doctor. Ahhhh the complicated preparation for a one-bag trip. For all the simplicity up ahead, it’s well worth it.

Lylas*,

Amy Carole

*points to anyone who got that. Triple points if you are a guy

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