Jan 012025
 

Words for 2025: Focus, Stillness and Simplify

As I sit and reflect by the pool or Caribbean Sea, I am grateful for the amazing life that we/I lead. We are fortunate to be able to travel as much as we do, experience the things we do, and enjoy life’s many luxuries as we do. We have worked hard to make this possible for ourselves. This year was definitely about fully embracing the rewards.

Through our slowing down as the year comes to a close, we/I have come to feel that it is time to recoup. M feels more strongly about staying in one place than I do, but we have agreed that less will be more in terms of travel and activity next year. With that in mind, my reflections are that while this year was fun with all the travel, the fact is that I cannot remember many of our trips. Perhaps, we really did move around too much. It was definitely true that being home was too short for us to get our footing in regularity, routine, and rest. 

So, here are my goals and plans for the upcoming year as we bring focus and stillness as we simplify our lives in 2025.

Health and Wellbeing 

*Starting the 2-year Mindfulness Meditation Teacher Certification Program
*Meditate 5/7 days a week
*Treadmill and gym daily
*Yoga daily 
*Teach yoga and meditation 

Finance 

*Generate more independent income through business/work activities
*Pay off school loans
*Jag F-type in red

Writing 

*May – Umbria on a Whim Vol 3: Where to live published
*June – Blue eyed Monkey manuscript finished 
*August – Beacon of Light poetry book published
*Work on biographies

Relationships: Personal

*Reinstate date nights
*Remove contact with those who bring negativity to my mind and heart 
*Vibrate higher with those who aspire to do the same 

Relationships: Business

*Decrease online work to just content creation 
*Increase editing work
*Increase book coaching 

I feel that most of these work toward bringing more focus and stillness, but may perhaps require more reflection to consider the simplifying aspect. I know that my personal relationships will be simpler and more meaningful, so perhaps that will be enough.

For the most part, I feel ready. Next year feels like it will be a quiet one for recuperating our energy and finances so that we continue to work toward creating the kind of lifestyle we desire that balances all of the aspects of life that bring us joy and peace to our hearts.

With that, to whomever reads this blog, I wish you a very prosperous, productive and purposeful year in 2025! Thanks for reading and perhaps drop a comment now and then so I know you’re out there. 😅

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 162024
 

The country of India has always held a fascination for me. From the extremes of the shanty towns, slums, to the Bollywood richness, with spiritual spaces, ashrams, to rituals in the Ganges River and festivals of colors and lights, I’ve been curious.

On the other hand, stories of violence against women, the expression of the caste system, and images of extreme poverty have made me fear visiting.

Add to that stories of getting “Delhi belly” and the level of dirtiness, I admit that despite the experiences shared in Shantaram or Slum Dog Millionaire, I haven’t been certain of making a reality in a visit to this place.

Yet, when the chance to go came up, I felt both excited and uncertain.

We were lucky to be invited, which provided us the luxury of a more comfortable tour of one of the northern states – Gujurat. The city was Rajkot.

It was less crowded than how I imagine Mumbai or Delhi to be, but the functional chaos that allows the traffic to flow, people to live, and life to exist was an experience in itself. There is constant noise as horns honk in a form of communication that informs how to move. Riding the taxi tuk tuks was exhilarating although inhaling the dust that kicks up is not an ideal long term activity. Still, one is reminded that just because we have a different way of doing things doesn’t mean that it is the only one.

For the engagement and wedding ceremonies, I was interested in the fact that often the spectators were talking or singing amongst themselves appearing to not be concerned about the activities happening between the bride and groom or their inner family members. Yet, somehow everyone knew when it was time for them to go up to offer their gifts or do the blessings that rituals required. Some moments appeared more for a photographic purpose than for ceremony, but it all worked.

Somehow, there appeared to be a balance of the spiritual rituals of the inner circle and the observing activities of those around. Although full attention is not given like in our Western ceremonies, the importance of the activities are not less felt. In fact, in some ways it was less stressful for the guests when there was freedom from formalities and forced etiquette.

What struck me most of the colorfulness of the people’s clothing and spirits that redirected the eyes from the dusty brown of the roads and buildings. While one might consider some views to be depressing and bland, it could not reasonably be said about the people, their food, or the fabrics.

Gujurat is a fairly modern state. It is dry – alcohol free – and vegetarian. Brahma cows, goats and dogs wander the streets freely knowing they were not in danger of their lives or disturbance of the daily flow. The family we came to know treated us like honored guests, which made us feel privileged even if it also raised their level of importance/status amongst extended family and friends.

Finally, on a side note, it was worth the observation of M who found himself amongst others who looked like him for the first time in his life. When he let go of his protective air that he has held for so long, he found himself enjoying being a part of the flow. It’s a similar feeling I have when in Hawaii or amongst Asians who also have an American/Western element.

We continue to discuss that the experience is still beyond full and adequate words. It’s really hard to express properly the place that truly touched the soul. We also shared different awakenings in the short week that we were there, yet bond over not necessarily needing the elocution of words that limit what we felt. It definitely feels like a once in a lifetime experience. It was an honor for us to be included in the wedding celebrations. We gained stronger connection to these young people who were more colleagues to M than friends.

Will we go again? That remains to be seen. I feel that I still want to experience the fullness of a big city like Mumbai or Delhi. I think I would still like to go on a tour to see Jaipur, the Taj Mahal, and understand more of the cultural elements of the country. However, if I don’t, I will cherish this trip always.

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 102024
 

It’s been a little busy as we prepared for our first trip to India. 🇮🇳

About three or four years ago, M connected with a guy to help him create apps. They became friends. We learned of their love story and mentally planned for their eventual marriage celebrations.

In July of this year, we confirmed our visit. At last, we got to meet them in person, were included in their family events, and experienced a unique moment in their lives as they performed their marriage rituals.

For me, I have been excited about the chance to see a new country and to be with M in his own experience of being in the country of his heritage. While he was born in England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿, he still comes from a history in India. Although he has never really been keen to embrace his genetic and cultural roots, he accepted the challenge to come on this trip. Plus, he loves a wedding! 💒🤣

It’s been a nice soft visit in that we’ve been treated with special care and protected by privilege. Though we have ventured out to experience some of the city of Rajkot in the state of Ghujurat, we have barely had to deal with much on our own.

M has said he’d come back now. He’s clicked into the comfort of “fitting in” visually and though he may not express it, I believe there is a sense of belonging here amidst the chaos and stream of movement.

So, we may do a proper tour next time. I’d love to compare what we have seen and experienced here with other parts of the country.

Anyway, the two-day engagement and wedding parties were amazing. The engagement party was a semi formal affair with some ceremony and rituals. We were offered traditional attire for the wedding day to share in some of the rituals and see the Hindu tradition for exchanging their vows.

Some pics highlighting the events here:

Will write more on my observations of the trip later.

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 282023
 

Sometimes unexpected changes in plans brings about an even better experience than the one anticipated.

Although we would have had a lovely time spending the holidays with my parents in the Bahamas, we would have missed out on family time with my brother, catching up with a few family and friends, and enjoying just a quiet chilled time.

The past ten days have really flown by without any tension or stress that can often be felt when five people, who are all rather different and rarely see each other, spend time in close quarters together. Yet, it felt pretty easy peasy to me.

Since it was not so much a time to visit and catch up with everyone possible, we kept a pretty low profile. The main purpose was to hang with my parents and brother, which we achieved. ✅

Christmas 🎄 was quiet, but ever so lovely. Plus, Santa 🎅 was very very good to me. I mean, I was a rather good girl this year. 😜😂

Now, we are awaiting our flight back to the sun and sand to ring in the near year beachside. 🏝️ More on that once we get settled in.

Dec 152023
 

I’m still coughing…😩 fits of it make me feel as if my entire body is shaking to pieces like an earthquake. Luckily, the body is well put together that, so far, everything seems to be staying in place. Still, my head hurts 😵‍💫 on occasion and the inability to laugh or sometimes move too much without an outburst of spittle flying through the air (TMI?) is frustrating at times.

Still, I’m writing this from a soft top king-size mattress bed looking out the window as the 60+km per hour gusts of wind blow the palm trees 🏝️ and creates white tops on the crest of the waves in the sea. Our room is warm and cozy. It’s big enough for us to have separate spaces for working and a luxurious style bathroom for trying to steam out the mucus in my chest. So, there are worse places to be a little under the weather.

Also, our holiday (part 1) has not seen much sun in the sky. However, as you may have noted, I did say “Holiday Part 1” and so we know we will be back soon when the weather is meant to return to the island paradise style. By then, I hope to also be in full health again! Besides that, we are looking forward to a family visit home for the holidays 🎄 where we/I can appreciate the health and presence of my loved ones.

So, lest we forget and get caught up in the spoils of our richness – monetarily and figuratively – we remind ourselves to appreciate everything we have in this life fully. We have worked hard for it, we have manifested it, we have embraced it, and we now appreciate it. 🙏🏽😎

Poolside on a cloudy day that was the calm before the storm

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 132023
 

My happy place has always been by the ocean. When I started to travel, I learned that there were warm beaches unlike the chillier one of the Oregon Coast, which I still love in many ways.

Still, when given a choice, I would prefer a warm beach, blue sea, and golden sand.

I’ve seen a number of beaches over the years that have come close to this ideal. But, this…this is something else.

We are spending 8 nights in the Bahamas on Paradise Island. Although the island is man-made, the name is appropriate for the water and sand that is all natural.

Although I am still sick, we are slightly jet lagged and the weather is as temperamental as my partner’s moods sometimes 😅, it is rather amazing to see the blue of the water and the glow of the sand when the sun ☀️ shines.

With that, time to get back to enjoying paradise. More to come.

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 062023
 

I’m still alive – a cough lingers in the chest even after almost two weeks, but not suffering. Nothing that a bit of time in the sun can’t cure in a few days.

In the meantime, we are in London for a few days. Will try to update on this part of our winter travels in a few days.

Until then, stay warm and healthy!

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 232022
 

I wrote this as a draft for another article I was going to submit, but realized it was a bit too personal to share on a non-affiliated space. 🤷🏽‍♀️ There is some repeat from an earlier post last week, but in any case, I thought I’d put it here for record-keeping and, well, this IS an affiliated space for my personal musings. 😝 Also, as this is the sum of my reflections for my regular new year’s planning as I’ll take a wee break from writing for a week or so, consider it my 2023 resolutions post. ❤️


To be perfectly honest, my reflective behavior is usually focused on myself and only myself. 😜 Although this might sound enviable (or extremely self-centered) to many who struggle to embrace self-care, self-awareness, positive self-talk, etc., it really isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.

For me, my introspective nature is an attempt to better myself as a member of society, a participant in my community of friends, a wife to my husband, a daughter to my parents, a sister to my brother, a writer to my unknown readers, and a representative to my fellow humans. In this attempt at self-improvement, as defined by the transcendentalists of 19th century America, comes a sense of exhaustion – quite the opposite to the goal our 21st century idea of “self -” promotes. 

So, as I reflect on the past year or so with the return of an adjusted-way-of-life post-COVID19, I am setting new goals for the next year – to be more SELFish. WHAT?! (a collective gasp might be heard).

I know – controversial, right? 

Let me clarify from the start, I will never be selfish to the point that it hurts another individual or at the expense of another human being (or animal, for that matter). It is not in my nature to be intentionally harmful to others; thus, it would not actually be selfish for me to behave in such a manner. Rather, what I mean is that my actions and activities this year are going to be focused on what benefits me as a person. Instead of reflecting on how my actions, thoughts, or words might be perceived or affected by others, I am going to consider how they affect me first and foremost.

An example of how this will play out is in my writing. For years, I have been writing for my own private audience of one – me! Although I do have public spaces like social media or a blog (or two or three), I do not advertise them outside of a subtle link on a profile page. In general, I prefer to work quietly from behind the scenes such as on The Universal Asian or my Medium page. However, this year, I will be focusing on building up my own space as OSH, where I’ll be sharing my own writing, services for Book Coaching and Editing, plus a subscription-based newsletter called OSH’s Letters where I will write to subscribers and share my worldview on the day-to-day experiences discovered on my journey through living on this planet. Much of the latter is still in the works, but do feel free to check the spaces often or go ahead and subscribe on the form provided to stay updated. See how my selfish act(s) work here – a shameless plug for my site(s), but no harm done, right?!

Other ways that this selfishness will play out for me is going to be in spending more time doing yoga and meditating regularly. Although this falls into a ‘self-care’ category, I also treat it as a self-ish time out for only me. It may be at the expense of others in terms of my available time to them, but rather than seeing it as harmful, I consider it helpful that there will be boundaries and by me taking this time for myself, I can be more present and purposeful when I do give others my time.

Also, I’m taking a page out of Tim Ferriss’s Four-Hour Workweek:  Life is now and I can live the lifestyle of a millionaire without having to actually be one – though I wouldn’t complain if that happened! Basically, after a summer as a revolving door of visitors to our new home in Italy, I am closing our open-door policy so that we can have time to travel ourselves. Although I fully enjoyed our visits, it was draining and we did not get to do our own exploring of places. Therefore, doors will still be open, just on a more structured timeline.

So, you see, it’s not that self is to be hyphenated this year, but rather it just is itSELF.

Here’s to an amazing year to the SELF. 

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 212022
 

Well, we’ve made it another year together! ❤️

I would do it again and look forward to every additional year of our adventurous life with each other. To be sure, there is yet to be a dull moment and while I might like some aspects to be a little less ‘exciting’, I would not change the stories we get to share.

So, cheers to many more! 🥂

~T 🔥🐉♋️

Dec 152022
 

I knew nothing about this person other than what I saw on TV when he was part of The Ellen Show or from his social media account dancing with his wife and family showing nothing but smiles on their faces. As many posts online state, one never truly knows what is going on the inside of someone’s mind and heart.

So, it is with sadness that I read/discovered that this person I recognized as “tWitch” had taken his own life leaving behind his wife and three children.

Many questions come to mind as I put on my true crime/mystery detective hat wondering if they had had a fight, what could have triggered him being in a hotel/motel rather than his home, why have a gun at all – though of course it is LA, how did he come to the final decision to pull the trigger as the better choice than being with his family?

I place no blame or judgement upon him or his decision. As I said, I knew nothing about him.

For many my age, for whatever reason, Mr. Boss’s suicide hits differently upon us. He was a quiet, smiling, seemingly positive energy in the shadows of the limelight. Since he was not really in center stage much, he was someone that provided a kind of touch-ability to the layperson for someone in the LA Hollywood scene, I suppose.

It is interesting to me how many are mourning online with the same statements of “you never know what is going on with someone” and then posting about suicide awareness. Of course, I am doing the same here. That’s not what is interesting. It’s that we are all suddenly inclined to do so because of someone very much unknown to us. Yet, I wonder, how often have people shared, or would share, the same kind of post about someone they actually know and tried to raise awareness of mental health and suicide prevention?

We are often overcome with a sense of loneliness in this world. Social media does not help us to feel less isolated, but rather can highlight just the opposite. Although we might be amongst loved ones, no one can fill a sense of void, sadness, frustration, depression, anxiety, etc. that can arise in us. While it helps to have an open ear, comforting shoulder, or offers of support, the fact is they are often proffered without substance or expectation to be taken up on. Many times, people just spew out words they think are desired to be sputtered in the hopes that they seem/sound caring, concerned, and present. Granted, there are a handful that are truly going to be there if they say they are; however, even the most optimistic of us knows the cynical, realistic truth that this is rare.

So, I write this in a personal sadness that even someone so seen in the world can still have felt so alone that the only way to cope with whatever he was going through was by leaving this world …. ❤️

OR, be that rare person someone can count on when needing help.

~T 🔥🐉♋️

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