Let the past go, it's time to move on.

So here it is…my blog. It’s amazing how nervous I feel putting my writing (and life) out here to be judged. I’m doing it for a number of reasons but mainly because of the continuous requests from family, friends and even acquaintances, I guess somehow I am living a life that intrigues them. I’m from a small province in Canada and a few years ago I was on the verge of a breakdown, to quote Oriah Mountain Dreamer “I wasn’t dead. I wasn’t alive. I was suspended in a near life experience.” Walking around in this haze I begged the universe for a sign, to point me in the right direction and like anytime I surrendered asking a higher force for help I was prompted time and time again until I finally listened. First a friend who had applied for Law school was waiting for her admission results, when I asked her what she would do if she didn’t get accepted she replied “take a trip to India” something inside me stirred. A week later I was sitting in front of the television eating a tub of ice cream feeling sorry for myself when the haunting sound of devotional chanting brought tears to my eyes, I broke down on the sofa as I let the Sanskrit mantras call to my heart. I picked up a copy of “Eat Pray Love” and as I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s story I decided right then and there I would take a few months off and travel to this sacred land. I searched online to find an ashram but was overwhelmed by the choices so again I reverted to prayer. “Umm God, I was wondering if you can help me figure out where I am supposed to go once in India?” That day I received an e-mail from a friend, it held a link to a Yoga Course. I booked my plane ticket.

This blog is not about that adventure (that adventure is in my novel which is three quarters finished and I can guarantee you’ll be the first to know when it’s being published!) This blog is my present reality as I sit in Canada anxiously awaiting my visa back into the country I am now ready to call home. It took me just shy of two years to build up the courage to leave everything especially the comforts of familiarity and move to India. After four trips East I realized I was only working to get back to the land I longed to be in. So now I am ready to go into the chaos to find my peace, join me as I chronicle my spiritual adventures (or rather misadventures) as a foreigner living in a Holy city, completely immersed in the culture, doing my best to honour my Canadian roots while quenching the thirst of my heart to live the Indian way in an effort to find balance in my soul…