In the himalayas, through the blissfully weeping clouds and mist, contemplating langours, and dewy branches that extend from ancient trees, yearning to unite the vast and wild sky with the earth, there is a school called woodstock. cut off from the rest of the world in a remote and dreamy land, the students dance through their lives like noone's watching, they dream dreams lying out on days the sun, so close, kisses their lashes and lips and fingertips, and play somber tunes on their violins in the monsoon, and read mythology and ancient tales of forest creatures high up in the trees, cloaked in greenery.
a little-y long story of what happened and how a trip turns into a dream into a longer tripped out dreamy and also not so dreamy reality...
i was born here in mussoorie and went to woodstock in 11th grade. i went through some of my greatest challenges here and made some of the strongest bonds with people i ever have. there is something about the intensity of living in the mountains and the need for survival, and simply boarding school that unites individuals, creating friendships that last lifetimes. one such friend was from california and on my graduation day back in pennsylvania i made the trip out to see her and stay for about 2 weeks. On the second day a thought fell into my mind.
what would happen if i just never went back?
and from there my journey took me to santa cruz where i lived for two months. one on Gita's couch in her beautiful sun filled cottage with hammocks and a little outdoor shower in the back , and one in another delightful little house on pacheco ave with palm trees and a strawberry icing ginger bread house right next door.i worked at bad ass coffee for the 2 months and then got fired by the little polish lady manager because i made drinks one at a time and couldnt figure out how i'd ever be capable of multi- tasking. santa cruz is absolutely gorgeous. you can be climbing the redwoods or a special redwood named gnarls barkley in the morning, and fall asleep in the hot sand at night and if your willing to risk it jump into the pacific ocean which is crazy freezing. its a sleepy town with the best farmer's markets with little drum circles near the trees and some amazing ganja and ganja friends. I moved to san francisco in september and lived with gita's sister for about 2 weeks and got a job at a little homemade all imported from Italy shop called PastaGina and worked there for about 4 months until i realized they didnt even make their own Pesto and was ready to look for a happier and cleaner job. I lived with another friend for about a month in an entirely lesbian house, and another month with a friend from Pennsylvania's friend where i worked at an exotic burning man clothing shop in the lower Haight for the most adorable tiny Thai lady named pat and then at totally hipster shop called Villains in the upper Haight. Then I moved in with another friend from woodstock, Puma, and her friend from art school for 6 months on Dolores of Dolores park. I started a yoga teacher training program at Laughing Lotus yoga center in February and once my lease was up lived with some friends from the yoga program on Sanchez st. and am now staying with some other friends from the yoga program in San Bruno.
and from here ill start tommorrow
shanti shanti shanti and loves
