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I don't know where I'm from

photo by Emily Morter from unsplash.com In almost any introductory interaction, “where are you from?” surfaces quickly. Every time this question is asked of me, I melt into a puddle of befuddlement. In all honesty, I have no idea. It surprises most people to learn that I was b…

Asking the dreaded “How was your trip?”question

A small art gallery in the middle of rice paddies. Shot on iPhone. Don’t worry, this isn’t an overly-sensitive whiney post. Having freshly returned from four months in Southeast Asia, I have put together a quick guide to understanding reverse culture shock and asking a friend wh…

50 Life Lessons from Yoga Teacher Training

A few days ago I completed three weeks of 12 hours a day of yoga, lecture, workshops, and meditation that comprised Zuna Yoga’s 200-hour teacher training program. As I begin to ease back into society, I feel amazing shifts in my physical, mental, and spiritual development as a re…

Snarky sages and beheaded goats: the degeneration of Hinduism

WARNING: Contains what may be considered graphic images. In my observation, Hindus adhere to tradition more rigidly than many global cultures. You can see this in the parenting styles of (Hindu) Indian families, including immigrant families (“this is just how it is done”), and i…

bigartsyblog

Welcome to my bigartsyblog (in my head, I refer to her as "babs" for short). I am circumventing awkward introductions in favor of simply stating: this blog travels with me. Some days you may get art from some of the nation's best galleries, carefully curated and deeply analyzed…

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