Serendipity

thank you all

Steven — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 10:47:48 +0000

thanks everyone for all your support on my journey–for your comments, appreciation, support, emails, good vibes, and love. along with God above me, it was the desire to see my friends again that helped me through my darkest moments. thank you.

some poetry/songs to go along with my little conclusion

Steven — Mon, 12 Dec 2005 14:51:36 +0000

SONNET 29, by William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Thank You , by Alanis Morissette

How bout getting off of these antibiotics
How bout stopping eating when I’m full up
How bout them transparent dangling carrots
How bout that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How bout me not blaming you for everything
How bout me enjoying the moment for once
How bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How bout grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

How bout no longer being masochistic
How bout remembering your divinity
How bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How bout not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence

yeah yeah
ahh ohhh
ahhh ho oh
ahhh ho ohhhhhh
yeaahhhh yeahh

back in Canada

Steven — Mon, 12 Dec 2005 14:42:00 +0000

whoa, what a way to “finish” off a spiritual journey… basically i had a bit of abreakdown in israel due in part to the negative vibes there. i needed professional help even, and spent almost a week in an Israeli hospital!!! what an experience… now I’m back in Canada, and am staying in a hospital in Edmonton. It’s actually rather nice here, and despite a few drawbacks it’s better than most of the places I stayed in on my trip! so, wow, this is how it “ends”.

I still have many more destinations to go on my flight, so I think I will take advantage of that. but I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, so from now on I’ll be basically working on that stuff, and enjoying life/having fun while doing it.

So it’s still a ride, but now I’ve switched cars so to speak, and I’m not a backpacking tourist any more (not that there’s anything wrong with that .

Thanks everyone for your positive energy and support. I’m sure it helped me through “the tough times”.

So this website is unofficially finished. But look for more work from me, in one form or another, in the future!!!

Cheers all, namaste, peace and love and all of that
yours,
Steven

Bombay

Steven — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 02:05:56 +0000

goa was strange. i met all sorts of different people there. i found opportunities, got challenged, did some partying, it was a whole new world again, for the second time in the same country.
i met a plutonic couple from pensylvania/chicago who were in a cult. met a director at a bar, he seemed like he was on acid. he said to me “you change clothes a lot, huh?” i said, yeah, does it mean something? we had a strange connection going on. he told me he wanted to make a movie but he wasn’t good at practical things. i told him i had a lot of skills that would fit production. i think i could have went for it, but i didn’t. i hesitated–i don’t know shit about movie production. but it was an opportunity. and next time i’ll be more ready. met a 74 year old guy still going strong. a 45 year old ex drug-rehab worker about to move out of the city to a ranch. said we needed to get back to nature. that it was too late for the planet. i said i thought we still had time but couldn’t really say why.
so i’ve left beachy, zooish, touristy goa. it was getting pretty tough to find a good party there in early season. but now that i’ve arrived in bombay i found it’s off here too. i had heard about the circumstance in question already but didn’t quite fathom the significance. the dance or ‘chandi’ bars have all been shut down. seems the man figures they’re a source of moral decrepitude and decadence. bombay seems a place a bit out of time. old-world. civilized. anyway, thrill seekers and geezers are heading elsewhere, bangalore, dheli, singapore, wherever to get their kicks, and business goes on.
so it’s a good place to do some shopping, and hanging out in my hotel room. went to the art gallery today. nice exhibition of an Indian artist named Sabavala. maybe he’ll be rising up now that he’s expired. heard one of his paintings just went for 6 kora, whatever those are. (it’s a lot)
back to the important thing, oh yes–shopping. randomly went up to a side of the road tailoring shop, and found my self getting fitted for some new tailored clothes. two shirts, one chinese collar (yes!), light blue, and one french collar, maroon. one single breasted blazer w/ 3 buttons, the fancy kind (where will i put this?). one pair trousers. bought a copy of harvard business review. (huh?) i’m still trying to figure out what i’m up to. oh yes. and new shoes. the only fashion thing i get obsessive about is shoes; takes me forever to decide what to get. after trying on about 10 pair i settled for some black smart-casual style, which basically means they look like bowling shoes. i saw some killer shiny maroon red dress shoes, but i figured they might look a little funny hanging from the side of my trekking backpack. ah yes but i will remember them, yes precious, yes.
off to tel aviv tomorrow. too bad, wednesday night is hot in bombay.

leaving india soon

Steven — Mon, 07 Nov 2005 01:31:11 +0000

almost time to leave Goa for Bombay, then off to Israel. Goa is great, there are so many nice people here, and beaches everywhere. The other night was a great party, and it kept going till sunrise. I would really like to come back here and spend more time. It’s easy to dream here.

Posted some pics finally!
The big Durga festival in varanasi - click

From the lodge in varanasi, the shiva ganga
The scenery around the ganges view
Pics from the sreet
From Varanasi to Goa.

still alive on the beach

Steven — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 09:10:11 +0000

i was not trapped in any earthquakes, i avoided the bombings in New Dehli, and i was not in the train crash in Kerala. i’m having good luck here! I’ve traveled to Gokarna because I heard there was a village here with many artists and alternative-type people. Could be because it’s early in the season, but haven’t seen much of that sort here. So now we’re off to Anjuna in north Goa, spending a few days there before I head to Bombay and then Tel Aviv. Right now I feel pretty tired, so I’ll make it “shanti” (relaxed) for a while. I’ll try to post some pics!

escape from varanasi

Steven — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:02:19 +0000

wow…. now i’m in goa hanging by the beach. it’s been kind of a dramatic finish to my stay in varanasi. one of my friends from varanasi wanted to leave to goa, and i also wanted to go there so we planned to go together. we booked a train ticket to go to bombay and then on to madgao. then robin got sick. he had dengue fever i think. his temperature was 104 the first night and he was totally freaked out; i took him to the hospital and tried to do what i could to help out. it was a bit of work because the hospitals in varanasi make the ones back home actually look decent. although some nurses were nice, there was a general lack of professional care in this place (very fitting for Varanasi). Varanasi is a place where nobody helps one another unless there is a rupee involved, the service is generally unfriendly as a rule; some establishments have learned that friendly service brings money. i guess i’m a bit cynical… but anyway i love it all the same.

well anyway for the 3rd time in my life i was in a hospital room to support a friend–one with cancer, another with the dreaded spinal cord syndrome, and now some sort of crazy fever. so, pretty much the whole time i was there i was just bored, i’m like–ok i’ve done this before, this is easy. i slept there two nights, which was ok because there were nice shops nearby and a tv. robin mostly just lied there in pain. i kicked back and chilled. after two days the energy of the place started to get to me and i went back to my guest house and slept for about a day. i felt better after that.

during this hospital time i rebooked the tickets, robin figured he’d be out on monday so i booked the tickets for tuesday. by monday robin was still not better, his fever was about 38 or 39C. i told him the place was no good for him and he would feel better on the beach. he agreed and he asked to leave the hospital. i came before and got the discharge arranged and then we were off. i still had to meet my yoga teacher to say goodbye, pay the train tickets, say goodbye to my tabla teacher and return his guitar, hang out with gitamo, pack, etc. so the last day was a blur.

we left the next morning in a hurry, i woke up and said goodbye to the ganges, doing a small puja before leaving. paid the hotel and we were off; we caught the train with 5 minutes to spare and we were in another world for the next 30hrs. we took 2nd ac so there were 4 beds to a compartment. mostly we just listened to music or read. i ate a lot on the train because i was so hungry from the yoga the last few days. we arrived in bombay in what seemed a shorter ride than expected. again another world for about 7 hours. we made it to marine drive and got to catch a sunset over the bay. bombay is a splendid place, it had a civil feeling to me.

next train was to goa, overnight in 3rd AC. a schoolgroup of small girls were on a field trip, there were many, so cute! this train ride wasn’t that great because basically we just slept, then expected to arrive at the station. but we actually didn’t arrive until 2pm or so. after that we caught a cab ride with a british man named Terry, and the 3 went to a quiet beach in Goa about an hour away.

now we are here, i am catching up on some yoga practice as i now know how to do a basic yoga session independently, so i don’t want to forget it. i think if i keep up practice i can start teaching, that would be pretty fun to do. it’s also a good excuse to attract girls on the beach. (the effectiveness of this is presently dubious) but obviously, i’m here to have fun, so i’m trying to play as much as i can!

how’s robin? he’s is almost good as new now and can laugh about the horrific hospital experience. that is a relief!

yea, yea, its a brand new day

a day in the moment

Steven — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 02:56:46 +0000

Things are going really well here–I’ve settled into a bit of a routine, but I try not to do the same things every day. The other day was really wonderful. In the morning I had a yoga lesson at 9, then one of my first tabla lessons. I bought a kite to fly in the afternoon. After lunch I taught my first Reiki student –Gitamo from japan– and brought him to level 1. It was a good experience for both of us and was pretty successful too. After that I spent some time relaxing by the river and then flew my kite. It was hard to tie it properly and I needed some help from the hindu monks at the temple. They are pretty cool and sometimes play badminton or chess by the river side. I hadn’t flown one for so long; I needed help to get it in the air but after that it was all good. It was a wonderful feeling to feel the sensation of the kite string in my fingers and looking at it flying in the air. There were many birds flying around as well, all around the sky and near my kite. The sun was setting and the wind seemed to be dying down, so I brought the kite back in. There was a very strong energy in the air, as there was a lunar eclipse just the day before. I laid down on my back and closed my eyes and just relaxed and tried to absorb it, it was wonderful. Later that evening there was a music jam session in my room with Gitamo, who’s also learning tabla, and two other musicians who were staying in the same guest house. We’re all beginners and tried to do a simple Indian raga; it came out pretty well for the first time but will be much better in a week or two I’m sure. Anyway we all had fun. I hope we can do a recording before everybody leaves!

tabla and stuff

Steven — Thu, 29 Sep 2005 04:04:11 +0000

Today was my second day learning the Tabla and I must say it is pretty fun! It takes a lot of concentration which is good for me. After only 5 days here I’m into learning yoga and tabla. If I’m not careful I’m going to stress myself out! Probably I’ll stay another 2 weeks or so and take it from there. Varanasi is strange, it has a really spiritual feel but you can hardly trust anyone here to be honest. I thought the owners of the guest house were honest but even they were running their schemes. Go figure.

Varanasi

Steven — Tue, 27 Sep 2005 04:35:22 +0000

I arrived to Varanasi three days ago. I had planned to stay in nepal 1 month but it was more like a month an a half. My last 3 days I spent at chitwan national park on a really touristy package including elephant ride, jungle trek, and the like. It wasn’t so spectacular and I felt sorry for the elephants. It’s not so easy to sit on an elephant, even when there is a platform to sit on. I saw Rhinos, which was cool. They remind me of Triceratops, which was probably my favorite dinousaur back in the day.

I set off to India from Chitwan in the morning, without a solid plan, but I thought I’d have to stay at the border overnight and continue on. But as it worked out I got an easy train connection from the travel agent. I crossed into India without incident then caught a ride to the next city from a returning cab driver. He told me the story of his life how he was selected (after 3 stages of selection) for the national cricket team but could not afford to pay the required fee, then his brother died and now he has to take care of his family by driving a tourist cab. He wanted to open a shop but needed to save the money. I felt sorry for him and gave him a tip, he was happy with that.

So i was dropped off at the train station and had to wait for a while there for the train to Varanasi. I had my first meal outside the train station, one kid tried to lead me to a place where i had to sit by a loud generator, but I declined. Everyone was pestering me to eat at their restaurant, which I was not in the mood for. I walked away and circled back, finally came to a reasonable place and ate a huge meal for about $0.80. The place was kind of a dive. The train station and area around were really dirty. The whole place had a kind of stale smell. I drank a coffee and it came in an unvarnished clay cup. Those are the disposable cups in India! It tasted good but you kind of get a taste of clay in your coffee. I suppose it’s not bad for you.

I was in a sleeper car — I got in and sat down on the bench. it was wet because it just rained and the window was open. i wiped it off and lay down, but I had to move anyway because i was supposed to be in the top bunk. i argued with the train conductor a bit because the sign was confusing, but he seemed to have an attitude about it. i switched and fell asleep. I was abruptly awakened by the train conductor at 5:30AM, because the train had arrived. In the chinese trains they give you some warning, but here I pretty much had to jump off a moving train with all my bags. I had forgotten a towel and he was nice enough to throw it on the ground at me as the train sped away. I was standing around, dazed and half-asleep when a nice accountant man came towards me and asked me where I was going. I told him and he helped me get an auto-rickshaw to my intended guest-house. I had gotten a recommendation from someone in Kathmandu.
So at sunrise I had a drive through the twists and turns of Varanasi, seeing familiar sights like cows, chickens, and mangy dogs wandering around the streets. It was dense and dirty, and reminded me of Indonesia. With a mixture of advice and intuition I made it to the guest house and checked in, the place seemed good. You can walk 1 minute and overlook the ganges river. It’s relaxed and quiet there, the owners of the place pretty much just lie around all day and it’s really casual. I intend to stay a while.