In a little over a month I'll be trading in keys figuratively speaking on my life as a corporate employee for a life of travel, creativity coaching, public speaking, workshop/retreat leading and yoga teaching. I'm counting down the days and I'll be kicking off this new life with a 10 day trip to Italy.
A game I play with each trip I've take recently is "How Light can I Pack"? Unfortunately there are a few habits that make my packing more cumbersome than most (like running and yoga), but Here's my packing list for the up coming trip to Italy. What are your packing must have's? What would you leave off this list? Who wants to takes bets on if I can fit this all into a roller bag and my leather purse?
1) iphone and charger
2) Computer and Charger (I'll be doing work while traveling so this is a must)
3) Garmin and charger (because running doesn't stop just because I'm traveling)
5) Camera and battery charger
Toiletries (all travel size)
8) Body Wash
9) Tooth paste and tooth brush
12) Tiny hair clips and bobby pins
14) Nail Clippers
16) Laundry detergent
17) Running Shoes
18) 2 pair of running shorts
19) one running top
20) 1 pair of running socks
21) 1 Pair of closed toe flats (most likely my toms)
22) 1 Dress
23) 1 sweater
24) 1 Long sleeve shirt
25) 1 pair of jeans
26) Underwear for every day
28) Bathing suit (one and two piece) and cover up
29) one pair of comfy long pants
30) PJ top and bottoms
31) 2 comfortable and nice looking tops
32) 1 Yoga top
33) 1 pair of yoga pants
For the purse
37) Hair tie
40) Manduka Travel Yoga mat
5 lessons from Greece. What could you do today to put these lessons into practice for yourself?
When I signed up for this yoga retreat I didn't realize that I would be one of only a few English speaking participants
After a long voyage home I finally arrived in Greensboro last night around 6pm. I'm significantly sleep deprived which causes huge emotional overwhelm for me. I'm not sure what to do with myself or the stillness that of Greensboro after the commotion of India and intense travel. Instead of writing I'm going to offer you a picture post of images from Udaipur.
Ann’s arrival in my life felt like a long slow eclipse, I feared that there would be a day I would be totally blotted out by her orbit.
My eyes fluttered open as my brain registers the Muslim call to prayer; I'm wide-awake in an instant. It's five am, still dark but it will be light soon.
Photos from Mumbai yesterday
"when we foreigners get sick here it's most likely because we don't have the tools to emotionally digest what we see. As a result our bodies create a physical reaction to what our minds can't process. If our minds can't purge the pain at least our bodies will."
"My lungs feel heavy, I imagine a smoker's lungs might feel like this, but I haven't been smoking. My nose is working overtime filtering the smog filled Mumbai air."
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or the dehydration for that matter, but on the short rickshaw ride in I had the comforting sense that I was powerless, it felt like someone was whispering in my ear "if you want to enjoy this trip treat it like a rickshaw ride, don't hold on too tightly. Let it all unfold naturally or you'll miss the magic".
I realize I just dropped my toilet paper into the toilet. I stand up, turn around and face the toilet bowl