A quote from my essay, “My commitment, my work, and my prayer is that we, as a human family, we, the human animal species, will remember and reconnect with the earth–remembering that it is not so much our earth as something we own, but rather us earth as this sacred, living, breathing, deeply interwoven and interconnected family of which we are part. All of us are the ancestors of future generations. What do we want our legacy to be?”

i am back in Belize, enjoying the sun, sea, laughter, and beauty that is my home here.

Every day i wake up here and give thanks for this place that has welcomed me home.  i have been so embraced by the community, that i get asked to go to funerals and weddings of people i do not even know.  That is just how it goes here in this village–once you are connected in, it is all about community.

i did my best when i first came here to keep the public side of who i am hidden– not because i am ashamed of who i am, but because i wanted to just be another person in the community.   Over time, people have figured it out and now much of the community knows that “the girl who lived in the tree”  is now the same girl who lives in the village.

The beautiful part though is that people got to know me as just another person who moved in, but was doing what i could to make the community and place even better.  Helping out on various projects and even, unexpectedly, becoming a yoga teacher.

Someone came up to me one night and asked, “Do you do yoga?”  i replied. “Yes!” excited because i thought maybe someone was opening up a yoga studio in town (i had heard rumors of it.)  She said, “I thought you do; you look like you do.  We need a yoga instructor; will you teach us yoga?”

i started laughing and told her, “i do not lead yoga professionally; i just have my own practice.”

“We don’t care.  We just need someone to lead us.  Please, will you lead us in yoga?” she asked.

i told her that i would be happy to give it a try to see if i could support them in that way, but that if they did not like my style, they needed to let me know, so i wouldn’t have my feelings hurt by people just disappearing on me.

That was almost 4 months ago now, with a break in between while i was gone on tour.  i returned from tour only to find even more people asking for yoga.  i am now leading 12 yoga classes a week!  Working with beginners and up to people with more experienced yoga practices.

It is so beautiful to watch and support people’s process and to see the sweet community beginning to build around it.  All of my classes are donation based, no one is turned away for having no money; people who can, give; people who can not still come and receive the benefits and blessings of the practice.  Local businesses have opened up space for free for us to practice and one couple even allowed us to use their home while they were away.

It is so in my nature to serve and to give.  It brings so much joy to me and activates my purpose.  i had a few yoga instructor friends over time tell me i should be a yoga instructor, and i always laughed and said that was not my calling.  Well, it wasn’t my calling, but others called out and asked it from me, and now, here i am leading yoga.

As with everything i do in my life, i incorporate my commitments of caring for the Earth, caring for ourselves and one another, and exploring how the gifts of the yoga practice on the mat translate into making a difference in our own lives and the world around us.  i feel so blessed by this unfolding process.

i am now facing another choice around living situation.  The house i have been living is not the right home for me long-term and needs a lot more work on it than i am willing to invest in some one else’s place.  i have not found another place in the village the meets my needs (space, affordability, near the sea, and secure–  sadly there are a lot of robberies where i live.)  i have completely fallen in love with my ever-growing community here, and the thought of leaving is hard for me.  At the same time, i have been dating someone for 6 months now who lives in the north of Belize (i live in the south) and so it feels like since i can’t find the right place here; i will go try out living in the north.  It is beautiful there.  Both places have plus and minuses about them.  i feel a little torn about the choice.  i am trusting the yoga of life practice to help guide me. i am going to move to the north for a while to experience living there.  i will see if i am able to find community there like i have here.  i will stretch into it and breathe and see what opens up; trusting that clarity and growth will emerge in the process.  Yoga and life are not about the destination.  They are about the journey into the ever-expanding present moment; the exploration of mind, body, heart, spirit, world, and planet.  Letting go of attachments to outcomes and results.  Giving ourselves fully and showing up with presence and commitment, and then surrendering to the flow, the breath, the journey that is life.

Here’s to all of us showing up committed with presence and then getting out of our own way.  Life is juicier and yummier there.

Blessings on your journey wherever it leads.

Love,

julia

Hi Friends,

Coming up on October 4th, i am launching my new book “Becoming”.  It is poetry, artwork, and stories.  The event on October 4th is in San Francisco, CA and is a fundraiser for the project i helped create, What’s Your Tree.  It is very limited seating, but we still have some spots left.

You can RSVP and purchase tickets through  http://www.eventbrite.com/event/2105861689

i look forward to seeing some of you there.

i will have another posting soon with how you can purchase the book even if you can’t make it to the event.

Love and Gratitude,

julia

Needless to say Italy, Scotland, and England were amazing and wonderful experiences–supporting great work and working with individuals to create lives of purpose, passion, and power in service.

i really wanted to write about it, but i have just been so busy living, experiencing, and trying to keep up with what is already on my plate, that i just didn’t get around to it.

Check out www.damanhur.org and www.findhorn.org and www.jivamukti.com to see some of the work i have partnered with in the last couple months while on tour.

Thanks for staying tuned in even as i have not been in communication for a while.

Love, Gratitude, and Blessings,

julia

I am sitting in the train station in Kassel waiting for my train to take me to Munich, where I then go on to Italy.  Although Kassel has been an incredible experience, my trip to Germany had some big challenges when two events that I had blocked time for, both fell through at the last minute.  As a result, I had some last minute scrambling to do and am leaving out of Munich when that was not necessary because the event in Munich never got scheduled even though I had many, many back and forth emails with the point person there with them saying it was confirmed.

Because I am a human being, I have my moments of getting so frustrated.  Here I had set aside days, booked travel, and spent countless hours of back and forth and research for logistics only to have events cancel at the last minute.  I do not have an assistant and all of this took my time and my money all for nothing.  Even as I write these words, I feel the frustration rising in me.  Inside I have this voice that says things like, “I do so much for free. I am not rich.  I can’t just throw money around at nothing and be dragged along for nothing.  What the hell is the matter with people?! Etc…”  But I know those thoughts only imprison me.  They only make a situation that is already not so good even worse.  I cannot control others, but I can control myself, my thoughts, and my feelings.

So, I take a deep breath, let go of the feelings of frustration, get present to how grateful I am for the incredible kindness and generosity of the people who took such good care of me in Kassel, and prepare to board the train about to arrive…

…Now, I am on the train and laughing at how yet again life shows up in ways not expected or necessarily wanted.  I was waiting in the wrong place to be able to quickly board the car I was supposed to be on.  I am running down the platform with two suitcases and my big bag of office and kitchen (I am travelling for two months and doing all very different kinds of things which require very different clothes and shoes, which is the reason I have so much luggage.)  The person who is in charge of checking tickets is yelling at me in German and I have absolutely no clue what she is saying.  I apologize and tell her in German that I do not speak German only English, “Ich spreke nacht Deutsch.  Ich spreke English.”  She continues yelling at me in German.  OK so much for that attempt at communicating.

I feel flustered, embarrassed, and when I board the train, I feel like crying.  I even paid extra to be in first class because I knew that I might need some extra help and I assumed first class would afford me that opportunity.  So, as it turns out, I paid extra for first class and even extra on top of that to assure me a good seat and when I look at my ticket, I can’t for the life of me figure out what seat I am supposed to be in.  I try to pantomime with the kind gentleman who checks my ticket to see where I am supposed to actually be sitting.  I fail miserably.  So here I sit in a seat that I paid much more for in order to help bring some ease to my challenging journey, only to find out that it did me absolutely no good.  Oh, the Universe is cracking up with this one!

And luckily, now so am I.

In these situations of laugh or cry, I usually get to laughter pretty quickly thank goodness.

As for Kassel, I had such an incredible time at the Youth Symposium with young people from about 15 to 19 years old who attend Waldorf schools across Germany and the various organizers and supporters of the Symposium.  This event requires an essay for young people to be able to come, and they self-select to want to go, so it is a higher caliber of people who attend.

The larger presentations I did were a little overwhelming because for some reason the organizers of the event chose on purpose not to have a translator for me, and I could feel a lot of what I was saying not being understood.  However, the workshop in the afternoons and breakout sessions in the evening, along with absolutely wonderful impromptu conversations that happened during breaks, were really rich and beautiful.  In the smaller sessions, if I said something that was not understood, we could take our time explaining to one another until we were all clear about what each of us meant.   I led the 3-day workshop on living lives of purpose, passion, and power and began the process with the approximately 20 young people in helping them uncover their core purpose of being.  In the evening there were open forum style conversations where people could enter and leave various conversations as the wanted.  My favorite of all though were the conversations that formed during break time.  The young people who found me and started talking to me during those times were really clear about their questions, thoughts, and what they were looking for support in.  I felt deeply enriched by these interactions.

The organizers of the event did have a translator for me, Francesca, for when I needed, but it was very funny because she is Italian and although reasonably fluent in German and English, she is not a translator for a job, so it is not actually her skill.  She turned out to be the most wonderfully delightful and fun person to be around though, and she was so very helpful in so many ways, not just translating, watching out for even my smallest need and making sure I was well cared for.  In a very short time, I felt like I had known her for a very long time.

On Saturday evening, there was a huge festival (I guess there was close to 20-30,000 people there) in the hillside park.  The park is 590 acres and has castles and other buildings on it.   (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bergpark_Wilhelmsh%C3%B6he) One of the logistical organizers of the Youth Symposium, Antje, told me some of the history of the park including one of the wonderful parts of the place is that the man who built the castles and owned the land had it be a public park from the very beginning, even when he lived on it.  There have been multiple people and organizations involved in the park over the years, so there is interesting influences from different eras.  But the most amazing part of the place is all the lakes and streams that have been created on the hillside.  Systems of lakes gather rainfall and then various tunnels underground and channels direct some of the water like streams down the hill.  At the very top of the hill is a large castle with various statues and steps for waterfalls.  Behind this is the largest lake that stores rain for many months at a time.  Underneath the ground is a tunnel that goes to the middle of the park where another smaller lake is.  Once the upper lake is full enough, manual wheels on both ends of the tunnel in either lake are turned to open the tunnel and within 10 to 15 minutes a HUGE water fountain comes shooting up out of the lower lake.  There are no pumps and no electricity; only the force of water pressure and gravity.  This event was held in the evening so there were lights shining on the fountain, and it was absolutely breathtaking.  The fountain continued for about 20 minutes until the pressure slowly wore out.  I absolutely loved it.   (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hercules_monument_%28Kassel%29) At the end of the show, Antje was very kind and took me back to my hotel since it was late and she wanted to make sure I got back ok.

The next day, when Francesca realized that my following two events had fallen through, she immediately went into support mode and helped me transfer on Monday to the home of Antje and her family where Francesca was staying, since I was now unclear where I would go and where I would stay.  The whole family and Francesca immediately made me feel at home—so welcomed, cared for, and supported.  It was such a healing experience to have this warmth and welcoming after the break down of the other two events.

One day Francesca took me to thermal, mineral water pools in the city where I was able to swim and sit in the sauna for hours.  It was so wonderful to be able to have heat and swim in naturally salty waters!  Made me miss my home in Belize, but made me extra grateful for my new friends here in Germany who were giving me such great opportunities to have such wonderful experiences!

The family there was so incredibly kind and generous, and I loved them immediately as well.  We all went along with a delightful and funny man from the country of Georgia to a site outside of town that is an old sacred site of the Celts.  Somehow, in all of my research of the Celts over the years, so much of my focus was in Ireland, that I actually somehow missed that they had a strong presence in Germany as well.  It was a very beautiful grouping of jagged rocks that appear out of nowhere on some hill tops.  When I climbed to the top of them, I could see for miles in every direction—rolling green hills, deeper green of forests, cows dotting the landscape, and towns nestled into various valleys.  We went in the evening to watch the sun set and there were many clouds in the sky that blocked the actual sun, but made for a beautiful array of colored tapestry in every direction.  There was a wind blowing and an art/musical installment of metal pipes of various sizes funneled the wind through creating the most beautifully eerie haunting sound.  And then Antje and her daughter sang a gorgeous song like angels who had descended from the clouds swirling above us.

I stayed an extra day relaxing and working, living in the home of my gracious hosts.  This morning of my leaving Bukhuti, the delightful man from Georgia, picked me and my luggage up from the home, took me to the train station, and made sure I was safely settled for the train before he left.  Although our communication in words was limited because of the language barrier, the communication of the heart and spirit was loud and clear.  So much appreciation, gratitude, and love for one another.  I am deeply touched and wish I had ways to return the generosity.  I offered him money for the time and gas, and he laughed and shook his head and said, “Oh, you crazy Americans.”  I laughed too, and told him I could not help it; it is in my nature to want to offer something in return for his kindness.  He told me he knows I will do things to care for others and that is just the way the world works.  If we all watch out for one another, then the world is a good place.   Simple words, simple moments, but such big importance and big impact.  Indeed, if we all just cared for others, then all would be cared for… and truly, the world would be a good place.

And as I bring this entry to an end and get close to the stop that I think is mine, I turn to an English gentleman who boarded the train a few stops back with a group of English people on holiday, and I ask him if this next stop is indeed Central Munich, and he lets me know, that yes, I am correct.  This is my stop.

This support has me think back to my entry into Germany, with no sleep at all on the flight over, and the help and kindness I received from a sweet guy at the airport in Frankfurt and later, from a very helpful and kind young man on the train on my to the center of Frankfurt where I spent a day and evening trying to recover from jet lag before heading to Kassel.

My trip to Germany has reminded me about the profound gift of caring for each other for no reason other than it brings us joy to do so.  It has reminded me of the passion and enthusiasm of youth and reaching towards the unknown because anything less is a waste of life.  And it has reminded me to be grateful of all the many miracles that take place even in the midst of struggles.

Danke Deutschland!   Thank You Angels in my life.

Love,

julia

I have such great events on this trip; I am truly excited and blessed to be a part of them.  And at the same time, I have been having near panic attacks leading up to it and the first days of being out of Belize.  I am practicing deep breathing, yoga, the things I know help center, balance, and ground me.  But my inner girl, some deep part of my physiology has been on deep revolt.  I hear the constant hum and buzz of the city and my body goes into flight mode… “Get Me OUT OF HERE!!!!!” it screams at me.  All the people rushing around, all the lights, all the staring at clothes and cars as if they signify the person; it feels like an assault on my senses.

My whole life I have struggled with being so sensitive.  I feel things so very deeply, that I have a hard time processing it all.  I have learned many skills, tools, and resources to help me with it, and yet, it is still very, very challenging for me.  And now that I finally found a more quiet and peaceful home, it is even more intense to throw myself back into the chaos.  I feel like such an alien when I look around me and I cannot for the life of me understand why we think and do so much of what we do.  Line from a poem that came through me many years ago, “So I raise my glass high and toast to the hypocrisy of you/ We trade in the old for a cheaper rendition of new…”  I look around and all I see is cheap junk sold to the next hungry soul, and empty eyes constantly looking to fill the void that can never be authentically filled in this morass of surface surfing that has become our industrialized world.

I am on the train as I write this, travelling from Frankfurt to Kassel in Germany.  Passing urban farms and solar-topped roofs, knowing Germany has committed to completely phasing out of nuclear power by 2020 brings some joy and peace to my nervous system.  The train system in Europe is light years ahead of the US and much more affordable—maybe that has something to do with why all the cars are packed full of people using them.  In the US, the public transit system is dismal in most areas and has less ridership as the fares go up and the routes, stops, and customer service goes down.  In Belize where I am based now there are many forms of transportation, although most buses are very old style school buses and because of my lung and hip issues, I can’t ride them very far because of diesel fumes and uncomfortable seats.  Luckily, there are many boat options for travelling in the areas I like and need to be in Belize, so I have that option as well.   Of course, I love my home so much, that I very rarely leave it unless I have to.

I am going to Kassel for a Youth Symposium with 500 youth leaders from across Germany.  I am really looking forward to this event as I know I will be so inspired and motivated being around all the young people who, in their teens, are already committed and working on issues ranging from environmental protection to human rights to animal rights, etc…

I know I always get what I look for, so I am looking to be inspired, happy, and motivated myself—even as I am dealing with my body and something very deep within me revolting at being on the road again.  I know that next year I will be travelling even less.  I have to find more ways to be in service and very importantly as well, to earn right livelihood without so much travelling.  I am working on some books because that is one way I know to be able to contribute and earn income without having to travel.  We will see what all emerges.

For now, I sign off as I fly through the countryside of Germany on a train.  I am focusing on my gratitude for this comfortable, beautiful, and more environmentally respectful form of travel.

Love,

julia

I took a water taxi to Caye Caulker and San Pedro/Ambergris Caye.  The boat is packed to overflowing with people, and the driver of the boat sits on top of 4 plastic chairs stacked on top of one another so that he can be up high enough to see.  On the way to Caye Caulker, I am at the very back of the boat and proceed to get completely drenched by the sea spray flying up from the boat.  I am laughing at the situation and myself.  Luckily, it is the tropics, so getting wet is actually not so bad.  Thankfully I was not wearing anything see-through-ish!

On a plane the other day, I am the last passenger to squeeze onto the very tiny single-prop plane, and am told by the pilot to go sit in the last seat in the front—it is the co-pilot’s seat!  I have to squeeze my way through an almost non-existent aisle, to the front of the plane doing my best not to step on anyone’s toes and apologizing for having to stick my butt right into people’s faces as I try to squeeze through.  Oh my—there is no dignity in these moments—only laughter and humility.

The pilot of the plane begins to chat with me after we are well on our way, and I tell him I am going to Caye Caulker.  He told me if I was going to Caye Caulker then I should go to Ambergris Caye because that is where he is from and he said I should check it out too.  I told him that I don’t like San Pedro, which is the main part of the island.  He tells me there is a lot more to the island and gives me his number and told me to call him if I wanted a guide around Ambergris.

On Caye Caulker, I met some wonderful people—some islanders, some tourists.  I went to a lovely spot called Coco Plum Spa and Restaurant and had an incredibly delicious lunch of hummus, greens, tomatoes, olives, and wheat toast.  Maybe that sounds like nothing to you, but trust me… in Belize, real greens are RARE and I almost passed out at the incredibly delicious meal!  I chatted with the owner for a couple hours over lunch and then coffee—Belizian, Organic of course!

I stayed in a wonderful place right next to the sea.  I rented it in part because it had a kitchenette, so I could make my own food because being vegan in Belize can be challenging.  First time that I go to use the electric hot plate, I get electrocuted!  Then, a little later, I go to plug in my computer and get electrocuted again!  Ah… the joys of island life!

I share the building with a couple from England, a man from Georgia, and a wonderful couple from Kansas.  The husband has just returned from a six-month stint in Afghanistan.  He is so ready to play, enjoy life, and see friends and family.  His wife is wild, funny, and larger than life in the best possible way.  The two together are fabulous, and on my second day, as the husband is coming down the stairs, he sees me inside my place with the door open to the delicious breeze, and he says, “We are going on a night snorkel in about thirty minutes and you need to come with us!”  I thought to myself, “That sounds like a fun idea.  Why not?”  So I go with them and we proceed to have such a fun and wonderful experience.  The crew consisted of the husband and wife power-duo team, the young woman who manages and cleans the place who they have paid to come with us as she has never even snorkeled in all her years of living there, their friend Mike whom they met who is a neighbor to us hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, a young guy from France and another from Argentina, as well as the guy who is our guide and boat driver.

We were behaving like a bunch of unruly rabbits free from a cage as he was trying to give us our safety instructions.  I finally clapped my hands together and said, “Hey Team!  This gentleman is trying to give us the information we need to have a safe and fun experience.  Can we please get quiet and give him our attention please?  Thank You!”  And as the group quieted down, I turned to our guide and said, “Please Sir, go ahead.  Thank you so much for taking such good care of us!”  He beamed a beautiful smile and proceeded to give us the information we needed both for safety as well as for what we could expect to see at night time in the sea.

Then we all jumped into the water and had the most magical of journeys.  There is something so beautiful and magical swimming in the great big sea at night!  We saw squid, octopus, sting rays, electric rays, lobster, HUGE sea urchins, various fish, the largest crab I have ever seen in my life, and nurse shark.  Being such visually oriented people, there is something otherworldly and wonderful about swimming in the sea at night.  Hearing takes over, compensating for the lack of visibility and the sounds become so much more pure and acute. And to top it off, away from the lights, the stars were unbelievably beautiful.

When we got back onto the boat, I opened the cooler and got out the cups and rum punch and proceeded to serve everyone.  Everyone started laughing at how I became bar tender.  I told them serving—especially food and drinks—is in my blood; I can’t help myself.  Even on a boat at sea!  We hung out on the boat for close to an hour laughing, swapping stories and drinking spiked punch.  We were so nutty, we had the guide laughing so hard that he had to wipe tears out of his eyes more than once.  I asked him if he has many groups as crazy as ours, and laughing, he told us that never, in all his years of guiding trips had he ever had a group like ours.  We all started laughing and took his comment as a badge of honor for our wild and eclectic group.

After the trip, we went home, cleaned up, went out for a few drinks and dancing.  By the end of the night, I felt like I had new best friends for life.  I love it when I meet people whom I would not normally meet in my work life, who live such completely different lives than mine, and yet we instantly bond and have such a great time together.   That has happened a lot to me already in my time in Belize, and it is one of the many, many reasons I love this place.

After 3 days on Caye Caulker I had enough and was ready to go, but I was sad to leave my new friends.  I decided to follow my new pilot friend’s invitation and go to Ambergris since I was in the area after all.

I called a yoga retreat hotel on the island that has cheap dorm-style rooms and good veggie food options on the island to see if they had availability in the rooms.  The owner said they did, and I told him I would be there the next day.   I arrive via boat to the retreat space because it is on the north side of the island and the boat is the cheapest and fastest way to get to that part of the island.  I walk up to the hotel bar and ask where I check in.  The owner, sitting at the bar said, “Here.  But do you have a reservation?”  I told him I was the girl who called him the day before about the dorm rooms.  He said, “Oh, well, I don’t have anyone else in those rooms, so I am trying to get people to stay in the cabanas so I don’t have to turn on the whole building for one person.”  I told him I was not going to pay those prices, and that I had specifically talked to him the day before about the dorm rooms and he told me they were available, and that is why I had come to his establishment.  We haggled back and forth, and I ended up staying in one of the cabanas, even though it was nearly double what the dorm room would have cost, it was still a lot cheaper then they are normally rented for.  I was a little frustrated at first, but then I just laughed inside because this is just the way it is in Belize.  Even in an establishment owned and run by Americans, the Belizian Way is everywhere.  So I stayed for the evening and enjoyed being in an incredible piece of Paradise!  Absolutely exquisite sea and lush, cooling breeze along with delicious smoothies and veggie food.

I called my new pilot friend who showed up on a motorcycle, and we ended up spending the next 8 hours together.  We had such a great time that time flew by and before I knew it the evening was late.  I wasn’t ready for the evening to end, but I behaved myself and went to my cabana to get some sleep.

I awoke at six in the morning and enjoyed the breeze, smells, and sounds all around me as I lay luxuriously taking my time in greeting the day.  I eventually got up, went for breakfast, chatting for a while with the owner and the super cute boy behind the bar who got me my coffee and food.  I went for a swim in the incredibly beautiful and cooling sea and again thought how incredibly blessed I am to have finally found such a beautiful place to call home.  I wished I had the money to buy land in the north of Ambergris Caye and could build solar run and water-catchment home.  That would be a dream beyond a dream.   One can always dream.

The owner of the establishment promised to get me to the water taxi in time for 1pm taxi and then promptly lost track of time.  Luckily, I spoke up at the last minute saying I was concerned about missing the boat, and everyone shot up and hustled to get me to the boat in time.  And I got to have the cute guy behind the bar to be the driver of the boat to get me from the hotel to the water taxi, which was another bonus!  I made it just in the nick of time, laughing at the Belize of it all.  I called my pilot friend thanking him for a wonderful evening and sketching out plans for the next time we would hang out.  The water taxi was the slower boat and took so long getting back to Belize City, that I missed the flight I had hoped to catch.  I texted my pilot friend, letting him know the situation.  He texted me back a few minutes later saying he had called the airline and had me booked on the next (and last) flight out, and that all I needed to do was go to the airport and give them my name and everything was ready to go.  Now THAT is some customer service!!!!!  I had an hour and a half to spend in Belize City (not an exciting prospect) but one of the guys at the water taxi when he found out, took my bag, stored it in a safe place and said, “When you get back, let me know, and I will make sure you and your luggage get safely to the airport.  And that is exactly what happened.

And now I sit here next to the sea in a bar in my town where I live now, drinking a cold Belikin beer, listening to a fun and eclectic music list as the Garifuna drummers and dancers prepare for their Wednesday evening ritual here, laughing and musing at the wild ride of it all.  Not always perfect, organized, or smooth.  But fun and unexpected delights and surprises because I remain open to the journey and not so worried about the destination.  I know that can sound cliché, but my experiences in my life continue to reinforce the beauty of enjoying the gift of the present moment, going where the wind blows, and laughing when things go “wrong.”  So much of it really is about the state of mind.  And for me, Belize is more than just a country; it is a state of mind.

Enjoy the ride!

julia

i am co-leading this SUPER FUN, creative, and transformational workshop with Helema Kadir at Omega Retreat Center in New York beginning July 10th. Come join us in the beautiful setting of Rhinebeck, NY for the first ever Creating Change Work/Play Shop! i am SO excited about this one!

i hope to see some of you there!

http://eomega.org/omega/workshops/4878cd2fb3a1f1d272189427c9170d66/