After 19 years in a Hindu monastery, I eloped with a cute monk and set tongues wagging. The interesting part was that, despite the firestorm, I hadn’t fundamentally changed at all.
In fact, life in the ashram prepared me for the outside in ways I hadn’t expected. I began to thrive in professional and personal areas using principles I’d imbibed over the years. Wax on, wax off –you know?
These are my adventures in integration and my view of the world through saffron-tinted lenses. Please make yourself at home.
You don’t have to be a yogi, or even particularly spiritual, to visit here. But if the “living” part interests you and you’re not averse to gleaning a few insights from the culture that brought us both Gandhi and samosas…
Well, then. Swagatam. Welcome.
I ask only that shoes be left at the door.