Gotta Go Namaste
The good people of Boulder Colorado recently hosted its first ever ultra-groovy yoga festival and I was there. The Hanuman Festival, dreamed up about a year ago by Valerie D’Ambrosio (a force for good in the world) was a wonderful gathering of yogis and yoginis from far and near. The festival was named in honor of Hanuman, the mighty ape that aided Lord Rama in his expedition against evil forces and is one of the most popular idols in the Hindu belief system. Believed to be a
Geriatric Mama
Here’s the thing: I had jumped out of airplanes, scaled enormous mountains and gone diving with sharks. I’d given presentations to hundreds of people, taught graduate classes at a large university and led professional board retreats. But for the life of me, I could not figure out how to register for baby gifts. As I lay on the soft brown couch that was quickly folding itself into my ever-growing physique, I frantically flipped through catalogs, scanned books and searched the
When the Waters Came
“How did you feel when Lord Shiva went down the river?” I turned to my new friend, Govind. With Cadbury chocolate bar-colored skin, balding head and round glasses, he truly resembles Ghandi. We were sitting on the steps of Triveni Ghat in Rishikesh, India during puja (nightly prayer ritual) gazing at the Ganges River. I saw what’s left of what was—until June that year when the waters came—a statue of the Hindu deity that once stood eighteen feet high. It was October 2013. One
