January 21, 2005
Greetings from New York
Yes, you read the title correctly - I am writing this posting from my parent's house in Brooklyn, New York. I surprised my parents by arriving at their home on the 20th of January, exactly 365 days after I left to begin my travels.
December 30, 2004
Dearest friends and loved ones,
Thank you all for the many concerened e-mails - it lets me know how much I am loved!!!
As you may have guessed, I am fine as I am miles away on landlocked Laos. I as in Khao Lak just over a month ago, and from what I hear that was the area that was hardest hit. I am certain the lovely bungalow I stayed at just meters away from the beach is no longer. I hope the many people that took care of us there are safe -- but unfortunately there is no way for me to determine that.
A dear friend of mine used to live in Phuket and only recently returned back to the US a few months ago. Below I have attached an e-mail that was sent to him from one of his friends who is still in Phuket. It is mind-blowing!!!
Let's all continue to think thoughts of health and safety for those directly impacted by this incredible act of nature.
All the best for 2005,
December 18, 2004
Hoi Ann - A Beautiful Love Affair
Since departing from India in late October, I have been trying to determine the purpose of my travel for the second leg of this journey. Bored with the thought of simply being a tourist participating in the guidebook prescribed activities throughout South East Asia, I assume the deeper work I am meant to do involves bringing the mindfulness I have cultivated while in semi-isolation in India, into a more regular life routine.
October 01, 2004
Access to Fragility
The awesome mountains of Ladakh that have surrounded me for the last three months have motivated me to make the difficult and frightening ascent out of the protected valley where I have lived my life to the summit of the tallest peak to see what lies beyond. Believing that all of the introspective work I have done over the last few months and years have prepared me for this expedition, and being presented with the perfect opportunity and context to take this challenge now, I valiantly started my trek from base camp.
August 04, 2004
Nothing Stays The Same
During my six weeks in Kashmir I experienced the coming and going of the season of ripeness for cantaloupes and crunchy apples, only to be replaced by that of pears and pomegranates. Every week there was a new type of vegetable to try that was not ready for picking a few days prior. The beautiful yellow water lilies that could be found joyfully decorating the periphery of almost every field, island and houseboat on the lake had become few and far between, certain to be completely absent in a week or two.