Keep it weird, Sedona

In a week I set off again for the high desert. Sedona, Arizona. Land of womb-like Shaman’s caves, red rocks, quartz seams, prickly pears, sacred skies, waters, earth. Collective of connected souls, healers, land journeyers, singers, magical musicians, dancing spirits, prayers. The place that my taxi driver KG said has a motto: “Keep it weird, …

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I believe in miracles, baby…

...miracles sung in Tulu. It was very early morning when I arrived in Udupi after having NOT SLEPT A WINK on the smart but restless bus from Mysore. You can really feel the Western Ghats undulate on the top bunk. It was a beautiful night and there was something magical about giving up on sleep and watching …