Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Oct 7, 2017
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Sep 18, 2015
9.17.15
www.marinmyoga.com
I've worked super hard on this, I'm so excited it's up and running. Share it up people.
Jan 17, 2015
Oct 15, 2014
9.2.14
it's weird to have my belongings back. after four years vagabonding i can't figure out why i kept some of this crap. but the obvious things; the journals, photos, artwork from friends, it's nice to see again. i feel a subtle difference though - the me with the storage unit and the me with the house full of stuff. my past has reattached in a way. i was lighter without it.
when you have no tangible proof of who you've been and what you've done you can make up who you are each day as you go. there's something to be said for that.
when you have no tangible proof of who you've been and what you've done you can make up who you are each day as you go. there's something to be said for that.
Jul 4, 2014
Mar 9, 2014
3.9.14
radical health challenge: ardha chandrasana! this one is obviously great for balance and strength, but did you know it also combats stress and helps with anxiety while improving your digestion? i recommend hanging out in it for a while.
Jan 28, 2014
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 22, 2013
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 12, 2013
7.5.13
i wrote this almost a year ago when i was staying at the ranch alone, doing yoga in the mornings, writing all day, hiking in the mountains and catching fish for breakfast. things have changed, things have stayed the same. i love you.
"In a town always changing she called things by their old
names. The grocery store, no matter the
new owner, would always be called Rose’s.
The Ah Haa School of the Arts lived in the old Depot. It didn’t matter what restaurant was in the
Sofio’s building; that place remained Sofio’s. That restaurant on the corner
where Telluride Sports employed her mother back in the day always felt like
Telluride Sports. The big purple house
on main street where she was born she still referred to as the “old pharmacists
place”, how her father referred to it.
It was men sitting on
barstools talking in bars who taught her to speak. These habits of naming and slang died hard
and so even when the men got older, and the old timers disappeared from the
small, ever-changing town, she called their places by the proper names.
Most people around these days probably had no
idea what she meant, but the old timers knew and their memory and the memory of
the original place names kept the town alive for her. The town from before - when it was small and
sleepy and only a few lucky people even knew the name Telluride
These old men had lived through that evolution, the good old
days into the prosperous days, into these days; when everyone knew the name
Telluride and associated it with skiing, and celebrities and status. This handful left knew it for something more,
and knew each other for being a part of it and that passed for community to
her so she clung to it. She’d been moved
around too much to carry on the conversations of community members at the far
side of a long life in one spot. She
herself could never recall the evolution of a place and a life lived with a
small group of people. Her place
memories were scattered and the people she’d shared them with diverse and varied.
That was all ok with her, but coming home still felt like
home, especially if she ignored what changed the place to the best of her
ability. The mountains remained the same and no matter the changes taking place
in the town below, the mountains stood still in her heart; the first landmark
in her life."
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 1, 2013
Jun 19, 2013
6.13.13
"this morning russ woke me by wishing me a happy six month anniversary. we chose "surprise" as our theme today. he surprised me, not with a puppy or 'a thing but an experience,' by giving me a 30 minute gyrocopter ride over the coast and jungles of the nicoya. my stomach was still a bit upset and i was nervous but it turned out to be a most excellent and amazing adventure.
the gyrocopter is not like a plane or a regular helicopter. for one thing it's open air and it's tiny. once the propellers gained momentum they seemed to hold it even once he cut the engine and we slowly sank towards the ground. at times we were high above it all seeing the coast stretch out for miles and miles in either direction; seeing the storms over the ocean and the mist rising off the jungle. at other times we were so low over the waves it felt like a pelican's view as they hover and skim across the sea. it was the best surprise and the best present and the best six months of my life.
i've ridden gyrocopters, surfboards, motorcycles, quads, cars, beach cruisers, boats, scooters, tiny planes, big jets, city trains, tuk tuks and taxis. i've been on both sides of the world in temples and jungles and ruins and metropolises. i've had beer on beaches and cocktails in skybars. i've dined with diplomats and pop stars and poor tico farmers. i've gambled in vegas and hiked through deserts. i've gone snorkeling and yogaing and jungling and watting and flying. i've seen dolphins and puma and tapir and monkeys. i've eaten mangos and papayas fresh from the trees and pineapple from the ground. i've learned to machete open a coconut and drive doubled up on a scooter and surf and teach yoga and speak sanskrit and lean into the curves.
i have fallen in love.
i have laughed and cried and learned and felt more than i ever imagined.
it has been an epic six months. i can't wait for six months more."
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