My quest these days is to unbridle my inner child. To wake up every day and make choices that will make me happy, right then in the moment or that day. I’m not really on a truth quest :-)
‘Look at all these colors on my plate’, exclaims The General. ‘Ambrosial’.🙂 An effect of Sattvic food. If life is about living in the moment, sattvic food makes that moment exuberant, one morsel at a time. Foods, abundant in Prana- the universal life-force that gives life to all sentient beings, keep our minds clear, happy and at peace. The ancient Ayurvedic… Read More Art at AOL – Ambrosia
‘We must see Shravanabelagola’, said the General. And so we went for another detour, off the highway, meandering through the country roads, sleepy villages and riotous fields till we caught a glimpse of the colossal monolithic statue of Gommateshvara on Vindyagiri Hill.
“They’re different species of coffee, sir. Arabica has round beans and bigger leaves and came to Coorg way before Robusta (also known as Canephora)!..The Cottabetta estate (which literally means ‘Cold Mountain’) grew Arabica and was later transformed into a Robusta plantation…Now we’re in the Woshully estate.” And thus began my foray into coffee-estate jargon on a cool, rainy day. Robusta is easier… Read More On the plantation trail – Woshully & Cottabetta
Happiness is..standing quietly in the woods. There is joy in the woods right now, the leaves are whispers of song. In the woods we return to reason and faith.
I am on the coffee plantation trail in Coorg, a picture perfect weekend getaway to lose myself in the idyllic lush woods, absorb the vibrant spirit of this evergreen land and wallow in the lap of nature.– –– Early morning blooms in a heritage bungalow at Pollibetta coffee estate.
“The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.”Early morning drive through the plateaus of Western Ghats or the Sahyadri. Like lost veiled memories echoing in the mist. And then slowly, reluctantly they reveal their faulted, eroded, edgy selves. Enchanting!
Note to self: ‘Nothing prevents you from seeing the forest behind the tree’.
“In the evening we go see Kapila, sir.” – our hotel guide. “Who’s Kapila?” – the General. “The river, sir.” “But isn’t she Kabini?” “Same river, guys” – me on Google. Kapila or Kabini, the river is calling and I must go..
Behold the flying elephant, one day it flies and one day it doesn’t.. today it doesn’t.🙂