binaural beats on colombian streets

“Meditate. For four days,” she said. “Facing the sun, collect the positive energy of it within you.” That was two days ago, nestled in the mountains of northern Colombia. Rosa, the indigenous woman wrapped in white, said it as coolness touched my skin, as a sweet smell radiated off the medicinal leafs she had boiled…

Resting bitch face begone.

On day 9 – I sat down to meditate and I once again began by observing each sensation. The practice had progressed, and now we just had to concentrate on the areas of intensity. While I scanned my body, I noticed some tension in my back. As I moved my mind forward, I felt it…

yoga noobie.

When I was in college, I did yoga for the first time. I arrived at the local studio early, not sure what to expect. The door had a sign asking people to use noble silence as a class was being taught on the other side of the beautifully carved door. I wasn’t sure what noble…

Am I meditating? Or half sleeping?

On day 4 – I observed the sensations as I slowly concentrated on each individual part of my body. I sweated and itched and fought through the morning, struggling to calm my mind, accept my suncaras as they arose and fully practice Vipassana. After lunch, the teacher checked in with each person, asking how well…