One of my most favorite things is the first inhale I take when I step off the plane and into a new country. It’s that moment when I can ingest a whole new world, and allow it to permeate into all of the cells of my body.

Similar to India, Nepal has a sweet and earthly smell to it to me, with a little hint of incense that must be imprinted from years of ritual. The smell instantly felt both familiar and foreign...

Early morning chanting and random firecrackers that send pigeons and monkeys into chaos puts smiles on my face, and the smiles continue as I exchange a “Namaste” with the eyes of local Nepalese in a true moment of acknowledgment of the light within us both.

At the monkey temple in Swoyambu, a Nepalese family temporarily adopts me for a few hours and we marvel at our connection. I feel like a true part of their ohana (family) and as we watch hundreds of monkeys stealing plastic water bottles and picking bugs out of each other’s hair. we acknowledged those monkeys as our ancestors as well. Everything feels inter-connected...

One monkey was climbing the temple walls while gripping and dragging its’ dead baby — a saddening, powerful and shocking reminder of my own resistance to letting go of attachments.

In the stunningly energetic Durbar Square in Patan, I pray to ancient depictions of Ganesha to remove any obstacles of this journey and I notice the rumblings of a sour stomach disappear almost immediately after I left the sacred Museum where he stays.

The statues of the Hindu and Buddhist Gods and Goddesses resting in Patan seem to be sending me downloads and energetic messages about my future. They speak to

me in a way that no other statue has spoken before...

The smell of fire here in Nepal — like India — touches my Soul with delight. It’s different than the smell of a fire in the West. I’m certain I’ve had many happy nights in other incarnations staring into the flames or use them to cook food with my loved ones in this part of the world.

Katmandu is a rich City but the pollution and smog there is quite unbearable, and my lungs could only stand it one full day so I’m heading West to Pokhara, a hippie village / City that I’ve felt drawn to since planning my visit here...

It’s so wonderful to feel the freedom to go with the Flow here and follow my intuitions that lead me to the most perfect people who aide and guide me on this journey.

I wonder why it’s sometimes easy for me to lose that capacity to flow in the humdrum routine of the Life I’ve created in Hawaii...

Everything has been magical and seamless so far and I’m so incredibly grateful for that.