Nature Talks

The summer solstice came and went... days in Juneau have 19 hours of daylight. Beautiful, remarkable daylight; giving energy to explore the wilderness of Alaska. Sunny days show off the Chilkat Mountain range to the west of Juneau and I find myself mesmerized by the white glow of the snow peaks. The nature of Alaska is touching my heart and soul, opening and encouraging the equilibrium of health, spirit and contentedness. Each day I find these refreshed within myself and I am so thankful. 

Exploring nature is my new hobby- hiking up Perseverance to be enveloped by mountains, sitting by a creek to watch the ice cold water rush over stones, relaxing on the beach to look off at the distant mountain range, breathing in the crisp air allowing the fresh scents to settle deep into my lungs... Alaska feels so good to me right now.

My wonderful friend, Andrea, and I went up the Perseverance trail a couple of days ago and came upon a small little porcupine. The hours of walking, Andrea and I had exchanged stories of our summer goal, strikingly the same- to take care ourselves and listen to the signals of our bodies and minds.  Then a signal from nature introduces itself. The animal spirit of the porcupine symbolizes child-like innocence, wonder, faith, and trust.  You can move mountains with these powers.

Yesterday brought to me a hummingbird, a mama bear and cub, and a butterfly. Hummingbirds represent a carefree, loving heart, as well as a reminder to pull our awareness out of the mundane in order to recognize the beauty of life and value the magnificence of Creation. The bears show physical strength and leadership, yet also solitude and self reflection. Butterflies are symbols of creativity and freedom; bringing the gift of soul evolution. Big animal spirit day! So I not only begin to observe the feelings of my body, heart and spirit but also signs that nature is bringing to me so clearly.

I am listening.

"It's not life that matters, it's the courage that we bring to it." Yogi Tea

Alaskan Adventures

Ten Adventures in Ten Days.....

10.  Sitting next to my brother,  Khaled, on the monopolized Alaskan Airline's seats, we nestle into the cushions securely fastened and look at each other with the same expressions on our faces-- "wow, we're moving to Alaska together".  And so we nod, shake our heads (mine still looks more similar to the Indian bobble) and sink deeper into the seats. As if to truly start our journey with positive steps in the right direction, we open the Alaska Airline's magazine to see HabasH pHotograpHy's quite famous brown bear chosen as one of the top ten pictures out of 1,200 submitted!! Go brother!!

9.  Fresh into the wetness that was Juneau on the evening that we landed, we were welcomed back by my brother's friend, Jeff. Spoiled with great hospitality, Jeff fed us an amazing apple venison burger that I still think about two weeks after eating it. Talk about delicious!

8.  My first full day in Juneau was better than any of the ten days that I previously had spent here last summer during my visit. But what awaited me in the evening, was the first spectacular sunset- vibrant orange and pink hues cascading across the sky to cover icy waters and majestic snow topped mountains. The Mendenhall glacier across the bay is holding onto this crystal clear blue ice as if to keep the color inside forever, allowing it to be the center of its being, its existence, like our blood is to our bodies.

7.  On my second full day in Juneau, we walk into the "Candy Mountain" (the house that my brother is living in)  and are introduced to Bucket of Honey, a two person band from Seattle. Not only that, but Bucket of Honey is dressed in a matching black/gold Adidas jumpsuits- oh yeah!! This amazing duo is a great combo of light sweet melodies and guitar soul. We heard them play and sing after a BBQ- great acoustic spontaneity!

Check them out!!   http://bucketofhoney.blogspot.com/

6.  After three days of training with the big brother boss man, I am deemed prepared to get thrown to the wolves. I start workin' the booth- oh yeahhhhhh!! And with just a few hours under my belt, I sell $978 USD ticket for 2 people to go dog sledding on a glacier. Gonna make it rain this summer!

5.  Long days standing behind the booth can make the legs need some stretching- so a hike to cure the tight body it is! Mt Robert's trail is a beautiful 2.5 mile hike up the mountain that hovers over downtown Juneau. Straight from the houses of downtown up to a gorgeous view that shows off Gastineau Channel, Douglas island, and if you're lucky great views of the Chillkat mountains. Enjoy the celebratory picture from the top cuz we took the tram down!

4.  Whale watching fam trip- so all the peeps who sell the tours have the chance to go on one for free with great Alaskan beer and pizza. And thank the lord, because the sun was shining this day. Now in the past, I have had very little luck sighting whales.... at all. Yup two whale watches and nothing. So you can imagine my nervousness that I would bring back luck onto the other 20 or so people on the boat. However, to my delightful surprise we saw great views of whales exhaling, showing off their dorsal fins, and tails. Splendid, I tell ya.

4.  Last night was the latest sunset I've seen since Juneau, at the great hour of 22h00. This can only be even more amazing as you nestle onto a couch on couch beach while watching a pair of whales "spy hopping". Yes, yet again, you read correctly. We sat on a couch on the beach, a bonfire to our right, overlooking the bay and making faces with whales. Spy hopping is when a whale pops out its head from the water, and continues to do that several times. Stunning... yet again. Alaska keeps it comin!

3.  Now I tend to tell people that I'm not a romantic sunset gazing kind of person, but I think Alaska is quickly changing this. One of the most magical nights thus far, my beautiful friend Andrea and I decide to take a spontaneous drive to the end of the road... literally the end of the road! (You can only come to Juneau by air or by boat, there are no roads to get here!) And on that drive, we had wonderful girl talks as we crept closer and closer to the all majestic Chillkat mountains,which included sightings of both a killer and a humpback whale! Stunning beauty that makes me speechless and with a friend, whom I can talk to all day long! Lucky me.

2.  Mendenhall Glacier Tour/ Helicopter Ride!! First time ever in a helicopter and I got to ride shotgun baby! It was a small helicopter, with the clearest windows you could imagine-- it felt like riding on an enclosed magical carpet ride over the mountains and landing peacefully on the icy glacier.  Though I'm more partial to heat and sand, the crystal clear glacial ice, crevices and water were just as romantic. Even if you go solo. So I made friends with an EMT on the glacier, who quickly became my personal photographer. Watch me to walk on water and sip the extra deliciousness of the freshest water on Earth. Salut!




1.  High Flight Float Plane Ride over Juneau Ice field!! This is on my record the clearest day in Juneau history. Not a cloud in the Arctic sky, mountains in the 100% visibility distance and the chance to take a float plane ride as a perk of the job- count me in! Again flyin solo, I get the last seat available on the plane and soar the skies over one of the largest ice fields left on the planet. And because it is the clearest day on record, the pilot takes us the special route that not many people see- the High Flight.  We were 40 miles from BC, Canada and I swear I could almost see Russia also! ;-) Now that I've been on such an amazing sky journey, this will not be a hard sell on the docks.



And to just think... I have 4 more months here!!! Stay tuned for more adventures :-D

India Finale...

As many of you know, my computer died early into my trip hence my halt in posting in this blog. Bad news is that I've left India in the meantime... Good news is that I have an awesome new computer that will now enable me to continue with blogging during all of my adventures. Exciting, I know!

Alas, give me the opportunity to provide a very quick conclusion to my beautiful time spent in Mother India (hopefully not the last time, as I really miss being there already).  Upon the completion of the leadership training, which I was teaching for 2 months, I had the most amazing chance of a lifetime to travel with big brother, Khaled, and Mumma Habash in the district of Rajasthan for 2 weeks. Our jaws dropped at the Taj Mahal, we shopped our butts off in Jaipur, became entranced in history in Jaiselmer, put to use our native desert ways riding camels, and fell in love with romantic Udaipur.

The experience in extremely crowded northern India was incredible- we met good people, who will hopefully be connected with us for more than the few hours or days spent with them. And the memories created will certainly last a lifetime.

Thank you, Mother India. You treated us very well (except you, Delhi heat stroke) and we learned so many lessons. Until we meet again...

 Myself, Varun, Axle and Abby (Leadership Trainers)

 Ever Romantic Udaipur

 My favorite Indian lunch- Vegetarian Thali

Yeah, I learned some Bollywood dance moves... :-)

Clearly, this short blog does not do my time in India any justice... I understand. However the stories that I could share and would love to share would take me a very very long time. And as stated before, I hope to return to India very soon again.

For now, new adventures have begun... 

Requests??

Hello Lovelies All Around the World!!!

I have been blogging so much in my own head- trying to find a balance of great stories, information of India, etc to share with you. Buuuuut I'm wondering if you have any requests about what you would like to hear about?? I come up with at least 3 stories a day that I would like to share, unfortunately there is not enough time in my day to sit down and write all that I would like.

Soooo here is YOUR opportunity!!!...... What would you like to hear about? Indian culture- men, music, food, etc? The ever exciting world of non-profit organizations in one of the fast growing developing country on this planet? My personal thoughts and insight about life? This is your time to share with me what you want to hear more about and I will do my best to accommodate.

Much Love

The Combination of 3 L's and 3 S's

A sunset evening in Goa consisted of sitting with a lot of English on a stilted bamboo tower overlooking a lake. Across the cool still water is a beautiful picture of a train bridge. My dear friend, Natalie, and I watch Kingfisher birds flying intently over the water looking for dinner below. Their red heads dart to and fro as their hummingbird like wings gracefully fly them around with a million beats per minute.  My eyes then become awe struck at the sight of an evening train crossing the water bridge. Picture perfect.

This is a plain picture of one of the three L's the British brought to India- locomotives. And as the colonial power is no longer present, they have also left behind a strong influence in the legal system and language. All of these three L's have surely had a strong impact on the success of one of the world's largest democracy and developing country.  But Britain's influence does not end there, it continues with the strong relationship of tourism.

Last year as the worldwide recession caused less international travel, an airline called Thomas Crown completely stopped direct flights to several of India's hotspot tourist destinations. All canceled flights were a direct cause of a substantial decrease of British tourism on coastal India towns, including Goa. I saw the major affect this had on the coastal town of Varkala.

Many of the people whom surround me on the bamboo tower are those who have taken the NRI (National Residency of India) or who are high-season Goa dwellers, coming back annually from October until April.  Jamie and Justin started a non-profit organization to assist the stray cats and dogs of the area, and one cow named Bella. Season 4 of "Silent Noise" consists of international superstar DJ's like Vivek Pheonix, Dan Booth, and Ozgur Kurt. LJ and her husband own a local restaurant called Cheeky Chapati and have raised their two daughters in India. Some others are people that I don't know but hear their stories. They are retired hippies, fashion designers, wedding planners, yoga instructors and photographers. These people here have created a community and culture of their own.

My favorite site of this community are the vast number of foreign children growing up in India. The children run around in mismatched outfits and playing in the sand and stones. These children don't fight about the coolest shoes, newest electronic gadgets or are consumed by materialism. This is good ole simple living- outside in nature. I wish more children in the US had a similar upbringing; I hope someday my kids will.

Seeing this strong vibrant community of foreigners living in Goa, it is undeniable that there are great comforts here. Comforts in which I will surely take the opportunity to enjoy, though I wouldn't be caught dead doing them in small town Hubli. The three S's of Goa- sun, skin and sea. I will soak up the sun to change this very pale skin into a freckle-bronzed glow. I will show some skin wearing tight shirts and shorts while riding on a scooter. I will wear a eeny teeny bikini on the beach and into the sea. These comforts of tourist India, I am happy for.

On my last morning, I wake up with the rising sun, head straight to a beach restaurant to hear the crashing wave musical which will keep my energy calm and alive.  I treat myself to my favorite breakfast of fresh fruit, muesli, curd (yogurt) and honey accompanied by a true cafe latte. Thank you cafe latte. And so my last day in Goa was spent pampering my western ways- gift shopping, fresh food eating, old friends visiting, scooter riding, massage getting, skin showing, and all the other comforts I could smoosh into 24 hours before returning to inland India.  As my affection for Hubli and its innate conservative nature with rebelling youth forces grows, its apparent to me that sometimes you can't hate globalization.

A Beautiful Heart

This is just a short story that is beautiful and wanted to share. This story reminds me of India.

Enjoy!
Click the link or read below.

http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/10/04/readers-story-the-perfect-heart/

Reader’s story: The perfect heart

Published on October 4, 2010 in News. 

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sent by Priya Sher
A young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
But an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
“Your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in … but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. The young man looked at the old man’s heart and laughed.
“You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine … mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”
” “Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking … but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love….. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them … and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges.
“ Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away … and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges … giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too … and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart.
It fit …. but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since lovefrom the old man’s heart flowed into his.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

If you were watching my day today and decided to rewind it on the screen, you would see many purely Indian moments. Yet sitting on the white blankets and sheets of my bed I am clearly surrounded by western comforts. Inside the Hotel Naveen walls, it’s easy to immerse into luxury without a second thought. Often times I make myself take a mental step back to remember that this luxury India is not the “real” India. 

And so I love to replay the real India moments of my day.  I love starting my day with masala chai, even if it is accompanying my very western breakfast of toast and peanut butter (can’t travel without it!).  I will run after the local bus (not lady-like) but then step onto the front of the bus to join the company of women’s saris, kurtas, bindis and braids (very lady-like).  I love bobbling my head in agreement, greeting with humbling Namastes and white teeth smiles, and bargaining for rickshaw rides like a local.  I make sure to wear the unflattering baggy pants, long kurta (shirt), and on most days, to cover any remaining freckled white skin with a shawl, only to balance such ladylike behavior by letting my wildly curly hair play freely in the lovely dust/wind combination. However I have started using the customary jasmine scented hair oil to calm down the frizz and bring on the shine; yes, just like a lady.  And I am practically Indian when I eat with my right fingers, which are quickly colored by curry sauce and rice from the meal.

But my all-time favorite India moment is when I greet and am greeted by the ever-warm call of the “sweet” name (insert first name in quotations).  Descending down the staircase, Miss Monica is almost always there to say good morning.  Vivek usually stands behind the front desk, head bobbling hi. Roopa is the woman you want to talk to in order to get things done. Babu or Manju picks us up after breakfast, to deliver us safely to the college campus where we work. Pascal offers us his young smile in the evenings. Samson is the restaurant manager who spoils us, and Shafik is our ever-so-doting waiter. My daily interactions with these people are pieces of my day that I soak up and relish in the experience.

The intimacy created with the people around Hubli is amazing. Their memory matches those of elephants. They remember our faces and names from the time we spent here a year and a half ago. Maybe it’s because they’ve seen so few white people, let alone a professor with long blonde hair.  Shafik’s eyes recognized me when he saw me walking into the Naveen restaurant. Last year he passed me walking on the side of the road on his motorcycle. We had an informal conversation but once I shared that my name was “Yasmine”, his eyes popped out of his head like a deer in headlights because it is a Muslim name. Shafik is a Muslim. Yasmine’s Indian/Muslim marriage prospect= 1. Sweet. And though Shafik’s tendencies borderline creepy, he is overall harmless and sincere. He respected my “Do Not Disturb” sign on my room door on my second night, when he delivered welcome back sweets at 10 pm, and so instead he knocked on the professor’s door. Or the time when I came into the restaurant for lunch and he gave me at least two up-down looks, only then to compliment me that I looked good in my man clothes (a buttoned-down white shirt).

Now wherever I go, if I’m walking, chatting up ladies on the bus, or buying a liter of water on the side of the road in Hubli and Dharward (the twin city next to Hubli), I make sure to ask names of every person I meet. I’ve tried to learn the phrase in Kannada, and yet it’s much more successful in English. Probably because this is the second question we get asked, right after “Which is your country?” And yet, I will continue to practice- “Nima hesaru?”

 Shafik and team (Abby and Professor Lori Gardinier) after he gave us a whole Chocolate Forest Cake for Valentine's Day on behalf of the Naveen staff.