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…

oh. my. buddha.

Author’s note: This is part 1 of a series. It is based on my experiences and observations of Vipassana and does not encompass every aspect of the practice. It is not religious. It is solely reflective of me and my mind. That being said, it contains foul language and is slightly offensive. And by buddha…

the year of 26.

In October, I turned 26. As a way to fully shed the layer of dark toxins circling around me and swirling inside my mind and soul – I decided to enroll in a two-day detoxing yoga conference. Hosted in a hotel a town 15 minutes away from me, people came from across the border from…