Recently, I have been contemplating the fascinating and multi-layered dialogue around friendship. Mostly stimulated by the great memories I've recently experienced after re-uniting with friends I had made 22 years ago. They are all European. I was the only American in the group. We all worked together in Reception at the Hotel Cheyenne at Disneyland Paris in 1995.
Horses and Yoga and Centering, Oh My!
Finding yourself tethered to the invisible leash of technology? Are the shackles that bind you to the cyber-world feeling heavier and heavier by the day? Who hasn't felt the strong pull of answering e-mails, texts, private messages, tweets, comments and phone messages immediately? We live in amazing times, to be sure, where connecting to each other has never been easier. Social media has ushered in an unprecedented era for reaching out. Many of us are finely tuned gold medalists in keeping up with news feeds, buying all types of goods with a few clicks of the mouse, attending webinars, listening to podcasts, radio programs, watching Netflix and Skyping-- just to name a few.
Holy Cats...?!?
Touring the Mediterranean's Ancient World, one expects to see temples, ruins, tombs, columns, stone walkways, old ceramic pots, statues and the like. Not to disappoint--you will see all of these amazing, awe-inspiring artifacts and structures. If you are like me, this is a huge anticipation point. I fell in love with the Ancient World's lore and beauty back in my college days during several Humanities courses.
Tracking a Tiger... A Look Back (Part 4)
We watch for another 20 minutes. At first we simply bask in seeing the tigress so relaxed and at ease amongst the trees and leaves. I am in awe of this magnificent and beautiful creature. We had been told the night before the Bengali tiger was facing extinction. Yet, with great effort India and some of the neighboring countries have implemented plans to save it.
Tracking a Tiger... A Look Back (Part 3)
Tracking a Tiger... A Look Back (Part 2)
Tracking a Tiger... A Look Back (Part 1)
It's 5 a.m.. The alarm clock is no regular, electronic one. This one arrives in the form of a gentle Indian voice outside our Swiss style tent. "Good morning, Sir". Pause for a few beats. "Good morning, Sir". Pause, repeat. Finally, roused from sleepy slumber Eric replies, "Hello". Slowly, he gets out of bed, walks to our tent fly doorway and thanks the friendly staffer at Jim's Jungle Retreat for the wake-up reminder.