Category Archives: Music

Full Moon Greek Style

Our second week of live-aboards ended with a magnificent full-moon party on the beach with the local friends we made, thanks to the kids. Our Greek improved by the hour as a feast of local delicacies was being dished up, Greek wine and home-made limoncello flew freely and traditional music and dance brought smiles to young and old alike. We had to pinch ourselves more than once to make sure this all was really happening, and not just a beautiful dream – or simply a dream come true!? We usually honour the full- and new-moon nights with a little ceremony and a wish of things to come into, or leave our lives, but this time I had nothing more to wish for.

Yogicly thinking, happiness is something deeply internal, but no doubt there is outer circumstances which force you into the moment and give that internal river of constant bliss an extra strong current. Following your dharma, your life’s calling, can only bring you further in tune with yourself and the world around you. Namaste. Be happy, as life’s too short not to!

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Colourfest 2014

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Not many words describe well that feeling of belonging, of ‘yeah, this is how the world should be like’, of pure laughter in the sunshine, of hippies welcoming you on the festival camping grounds with barely any clothes on, if you know what I mean, free like the wind, pure like love… Then the highs of flying from one acro-yoga pose to the next… Followed by Kamboocha in the sun with old friends and new, soothing life music in the background, kids running around with poys and smiles… Last but not least the Kirtan in the evening – it touched me to tears. Was it the memory of Sydney? The gratefulness of being able to share this with my family? The resonations of those ancient sounds on a deep soul level? All of it probably. Divine. An absolutely blissful weekend at the strongly recommended Colourfest. Put it in your diaries for next years. Whok knows, I might even be able to bring some Yin Yoga to it then – one of the few styles missing.

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An anthem to the Basque country

Molino de Cela_350 Molino de Cela_352Bilbao. An after-noon walk. Culture everywhere. Filled with people. Not Andalusia, but still we get the occasional smile. The Guggenheim Museum – a breathtaking piece of architecture. Art makes me smile. I forgot how important it is. History merging with the present. Tourists merging with everyday life. Sorrows fading at the joy of being part of this beautiful picture. A live jazz band in the park. Playgrounds everywhere with friendly families from all over the world. The notion that we could just stay. It’s too nice here. But we still move on.

A few hours later, waking up in San Sebastián. Another beautiful place. How privileged we are. Strolling through the old town along the stunning promenade. Finally breathing ocean air again. Laughing at the rain washing down our faces. Enjoying one last tapas outing. Honouring the castle on the hill which we won’t have time to visit this time. John Lennon’s words in my ears: Imagine all the people, living all in peace... Basque independent talks a minute later on the same radio. I wonder, don’t they get it? The sky is so vast, filled with clouds. Some boats are fishing. Lots of people running out there. One last glance at the beautiful beach bay behind the Aquarium. And before we know it, on the road again.

A Chai in my hand, I stare at the French border in the back mirror. Kilometers fly by. Time is insignificant. Our lives are so unique. I feel so grateful. The adventure goes on.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

I remember my first ocean crossing, Atlantic 2003, working as crew on a traditional sail training ship. The journey took almost a month longer than what we had thought. The blue dish around us (a.k.a. ocean) became our world, the colour green started to fade in our memories and life, at times, got pretty monotonous. The starry nights when the guitar and maracas came out often brought back sparkles to our eyes and brightness to our minds, when we were else trotting along like work horses from one four hour shift to the next.

Although nowhere close to being a great musician, I love pulling out my guitar whenever I can or tinkling out a few tunes on pianos I find in random places. How grateful I am to Mum and Dad for having pushed me through music lessons, at times reluctantly, throughout my childhood and youth! Now, one of the best moments I remember from most countries I have lived in are those in a circle, shared with friends, singing and dancing, and sometimes fire twirling, around a fire.

Music and Fire twirls

Have you ever thought how a world without music would sound like? Like life without colour? My current favourite Mariachi is Luis Miguel’s (the younger and Latino version of Frank Sinatra) Si nos dejan (Yes, you may call me cheesy, but at times there’s nothing better like melting away like butter to Mexican folk music.).

“Si nos dejan, nos vamos a querer toda la vida… nos vamos a vivir a un mundo nuevo… buscamos un rincon cerca del cielo…y ahi, juntitos los dos, cerquita de Dios, sera lo que sonamos…”

Although the English translation sounds nowhere near as romantic as the Spanish lyrics, here it is if you are interested:

‘If they let us, we will love each other forever… we will settle in a new world [and] look for a corner near heaven… and there together, near God, will be what we have been dreaming of…’ 

Next post, less cheesy, more sweet, I look forward to sharing one of my favourite raw cake recipes with you – easy to replicate without fuzz, nor oven, on any boat – as well as in your home town kitchen.