I found myself completely exisitng with Nature – literally asking of me to nestle in her lap and to embrace her loving offerings. At various points, we were also confronted with her unpleasant side, which forced us to our limits – and truly questioned our faith in the friendliness of the Himalayas.
I have just returned from my first ever snow trek in the Himalayas – and I am left with a transformational experience that is going to be tough to articulate in words. Continue reading “My Epiphanic Moment In The Himalayas With My Team”
I had no idea on how to travel responsibly – and over time, I ended up doing many things I am not proud of today. I haggled furiously with a Malaysian market seller over just a few Malyasian Ringgit, to the point that he refused to sell me anything.
I learned that balance isn’t the word I was looking for at all. In fact, the concept of finding that work/life balance doesn’t actually exist.
When I traveled through Scandinavian Countries, my focus shifted from my familiar life to unimagined potentials. A bit out of my comfort zone and into the zone where magic happened. I was more open to universe and less attached to the world. I was taught the most valuable lessons —that we are insignificant, that we are at the mercy of Mother Nature, and that life will go on long after we’re dead.
Creation of authentic trip begins its expression from within. And in a context of soul therapy, a trip is an outer reflection of the inner experience. My trip to Nordic was serendipitous, pushing my soul to go and experience liberty, it was as strong a push that I let go off all the anxiety of a solo traveler before leaving for an unknown freezing natural wonder of the world. Continue reading “My Nordic Venture-An Outer Reflection Of Inner Experiences”
Every night I slide my feet between my duvet and my sheets, thinking this could be the last time I travel Solo. I am convinced that I will end up with some mess up on the plane
A golden early morning sun was just sneaking up to paint the sky copper over Charles de Gaulle Airport as I boarded my 6:30 a.m. departure flight. Running on (at best) two hours of sleep and an airport Donut snack, I kept thinking to myself, “Wow, I did it” — and I didn’t just mean getting through an absurdly crowded TSA PreCheck and to my gate on time. I had finally conquered Paris city on my own. Continue reading “Anxiety of a Solo Traveler”
Travel is never a matter of money but courage
The Secret of Happiness is to count your blessings Continue reading “Happiness:The Spirit Of 2016”