Experiencing life in Bali inspired me to discover Hindu mythology. As a result, I’ve gone down a path of knowledge of all things India. Along the way I learned about the Seattle Art Museum’s upcoming exhibition City Dwellers: Contemporary Art from India. Sculptures and photography by contemporary Indian artists capture an array of diverse ideas within Bollywood movie culture, politics and religious traditions. The exhibition is a tribute to the influences on Indian society and many works are shaped by popular movie culture and the use of digital technology by the conventions of religious ritual and street processions, traditional theater and dance.
I have never been to Seattle, so this is yet another reason I am going to get myself there between August 30th and mid-February while the colorful, contradictory and complex India shines a light.
Image via Seattle Art Museum
I spent part of this past weekend in Sausalito, just a 25 minute ferry ride from San Francisco. It is a place of real energy, where you can feel the high vibes of people living out their destiny. Some day I’ll be back for something more than a simple sojourn…but today I am here to share with you, to suggest you skip on over to Sausalito as soon as possible.
Image Credits: Jenny Graham
Home on the range…in New York City. Urban Cowboy is a luxury bed and breakfast townhouse and Adirondack style cabin in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg ‘hood. Four bedrooms, a spacious open kitchen, pot belly stoves, and beautifully exposed brick await you.
In the backyard you’ll spy the cabin, which boasts an eight person hot tub as well as an outdoor sitting area. The Cowboy behind the creation is Lyon Porter. He bought the place and transformed it into the authentic, engaging oasis that it is today.
Your options begin with The Dream Catcher at $100 a night to the entire B&B for $2,000 a night. Giddy up!
Images via Urban Cowboy
My best friend is always asking: what does it all mean? She usually sends me a text with the acronym WDIAM, most often following a funny experience in this thing called life. It always makes me laugh. What does it all mean? I swear, I’m not even going down an existential road here. I just recognize all of these moments we breathe in. Do we really breathe them out? I sure do hope so. I think that is one of the keys to unlock the door to your own yellow brick road.
The past few weeks shook up my little world, ultimately for the better, that’s for sure. But it was a mini moment, as I stood in line for a coffee while wearing red sandals, when the simple magic of now showed up. A sweet young girl with big blue eyes tugged on her mom’s hand, gave a wide-eyed gaze at my shoes and exclaimed: Are you Dorothy? It’s really Dorothy! The mom and I shared a look and the next thing I knew I was clicking my heels three times in a row, smiling right back at the cute kid. Sometimes all you need is a bit of wonder to get to the meaning of the moment.
Image Credit: Kympham
Where do you go when the going gets tough? Do you have places and people and good habits that remind you of YOU?
A few weeks ago I had a health “scare.” It took me out of my body and into a cloud of silent panic, at least for a few minutes. But then I began to breathe. To move. To listen. To learn what caused it and to learn what I could do to move forward and heal. Everything is connected – in our bodies and emotions, in our daily interactions with loved ones and strangers alike. I remembered to remember. I remembered to remember to be fancy free. I remembered to remember to set boundaries with people who haven’t yet cultivated self-awareness. I remembered to remember to do more of the things I love to do. Catching waves in salt water, strolling through Spanish moss, and being with my family got me to my center. On those shores of South Carolina, where my heart grew as a child, I remembered how dang lucky I am to be alive. Oh, and I did whole lot of yoga because I love it. Open your heart to the world. Do what you love. Don’t wait another single second.
Image Credits: Jenny Graham
Take a moment. Catch your breath. Let go of what no longer serves you. Because you are alive, everything is possible.
Image of Françoise Hardy via Pinterest
A few years ago I spent part of the Fall into Winter season in Santorini with three of my most cherished friends. I blogged a bit about it, but fell into a fountain of memories this week after coming across a file of photos, from a real camera, no less! The power of color and nature are captured in these snapshots from a balcony by the sea.
Image Credits: Jenny Graham
Mara Hoffman is my spirit animal. Her use of color and unlimited creativity coupled with the fact that she is a fellow former dancer, well, I’ll just always adore her work. We all reap the benefits of her passion for travel and risk taking as her designs continuously embody a je ne sais quoi. Take a peek if you haven’t experienced the rainbow of flavor.
Images via Mara Hoffman
This naturally caught my eye as my last name is Graham. I clicked and looked and now I am hooked. The Graham & Co. is a hip and luxurious hideaway hotel in the Catskills, a two and a half hour drive from New York City. The founders are a group of creatives from Brooklyn who revamped an old motel into a design lover’s oasis.
Clean lines and simple, smart details make up the beautiful rooms. Amenities are reminiscent of summer camp with free bikes, campfires, tubes in a pool and 80’s inspired lounge chairs. The Graham & Co. knows the recipe of fun.
Let’s all wash away our work week with this affordable, hip gateway to playtime. Hey, they even give you a beer upon check-in. Cheers!
Images via The Graham & Co.
Growing up, my Dad drove my brothers and me on hundreds of family camping and vacation trips. Every single journey began with the tapping of his hands on a wheel of a Ford wagon while belting acapella: Get your motor running / Head out on the highway / Looking for adventure / And whatever comes our way. Then and now he lives by example of always expressing a confident voice…always chatting up the stranger…always letting the freak flag fly…always choosing to live at the edge. It’s in my blood, and I love it. Of all of the countries I’ve traversed thus far in 2014, Iceland and Indonesia are the anchors of the beacons of living on the edge.
“The Edge. There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” – Hunter S. Thompson