And I am a lady who loves all things funky.
Get to know about me and my funky adventures here. Continue reading “Hello, my name is Regina.”
Hello, my name is Regina.
A Day in a Bucharest Park
A lone green apple sits on a dark brown bench — empty of sitters. A blue paddle boat in a wide green puddle [lake] slowly rocks back and forth as children switch seats — one side slightly more emerged in the water making me wonder if the boat will inevitably sink. Children’s laughter. Police sirens. Wind lightly brushing against the leaves encouraging their decent from the tree tops. A pigeon crows. Do pigeons crow? Continue reading “A Day in a Bucharest Park”
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Dear Ramen… A Love Letter.
It was a warm breezy early evening. I sat at a table for two near one of the large open ceiling to floor windows — feeling the wind slowly brush my hair back. I had just gone to the Budapest bath houses and felt like I was floating; despite a complete lack of sleep. Maybe this was all a dream after all? This place was mostly empty, but it was only 6pm so the dinner rush hadn’t yet begun. That’s when the waitress brought me a platter filled with small Japanese food plates. A little of everything. Curry, ramen, pickled veggies and some sort of salad with tiny bits of fried chicken.
I wasn’t expecting much.
Continue reading “Dear Ramen… A Love Letter.”
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Camping in Bosnia & My Adorable Yellow Tent. And a Flat Tire.
With a dust and exhaust cocktail swirling up into my face, my feet skidded — one by one — as I tried to push our little white Heeheetka (aka Fiat) up the rock filled road. Unfortunately, the two of us slipping and sliding against the dirt road simply wasn’t enough to make any ground, but nevertheless I gave it all I had — resulting with my face head first into the ground. Yum.
But that was on our way out the next day. Continue reading “Camping in Bosnia & My Adorable Yellow Tent. And a Flat Tire.”
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Yoga History 101, Planned Parenthood & James Bond | Things I Learned This Week
Another week — another lesson (or a million) learned. The first part of the week was spent in Belgrade, Serbia and after a 10 hour bus ride (which included a broken bus mid-way) I found myself in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Come Saturday September 15th — I’ll be in Lake Bled. So yeah. Three places — one week — it’s a miracle my head isn’t constantly spinning.
Here are the things I learned this week from books, articles, people etc.
I’m re-reading some literature I read — admittedly a bit too hastily during my yoga teacher trainings. One of which is a Yoga Philosophy & History text.
So while I had a good idea of the following prior to this week, it’s still a good idea to do some reviewing. And again, since I don’t have notebooks to hold on to at the moment, this blog is my notepad. Continue reading “Yoga History 101, Planned Parenthood & James Bond | Things I Learned This Week”
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Why I meditate. And 3 Easy Ways For Anyone to Get Started.
I want to be unshakeable.
When the earth is crumbling around me, I want to stand still — serene in a moment of chaos. I want to garner enough inner peace to withstand even the most tumultuous emotional tornado. I want to withstand opposites with ease and steadiness.
This is what a consistent yoga practice gives us. This unreal super power of peace.
After years of debilitating anxiety and fear this appeals to me so much more than being able to stand on my hands… As difficult as it can be to challenge your physical body — there’s nothing harder (in my opinion) then to stay calm when fear comes knocking. To stay truly at peace (from the deepest corners of my inner being) when I’m being confronted with all sorts of nonsense. This isn’t the same thing as staying calm during stress*** I’m talking about peace in the deepest-purest sense of the word.
I’ve only met a few people in my life where their unwavering peace radiates from their being. Their solid foundation in the face of stress was palpable and inspiring.
Have you ever met anyone like this?
I think that of all the things that yoga gifts us with — this ability to be our own rock — is the most valuable. The thing that will help us most in our lives. All the other stuff is great (I never said I didn’t want to stand on my hands), but it’s the whipped cream on top of a giant ice cream scoop that often gets overlooked.
This caption from one of my Instagram photos pretty much sums up why I meditate. Continue reading “Why I meditate. And 3 Easy Ways For Anyone to Get Started.”
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Francis Bacon, The Spine & Tesla | Things I Learned This Week
I always marvel at people who read a lot and actually remember what they read. Like, what super power is this? I don’t read nearly as much as I’d like — although I hope this is finally changing. But regardless, after I read a book, much of what I’ve read leaves me. It’s so upsetting! I want to be one of those people who can recall the names and dates and events of everything they’ve ever read.
But how?
While I’m reading a book, I’m totally in it. It’s not like I don’t understand or something. For the most part, if I continue reading a book and finish it — I’ve enjoyed the book thoroughly. And yet, I still end up forgetting much of what I read.
Also, I love fun facts. Continue reading “Francis Bacon, The Spine & Tesla | Things I Learned This Week”
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On Being Uncomfortable. And a Bosnian Traffic Jam.
Everyone knows the value of getting out of the comfort zone, right? There’s no growth in comfort, right? Well, I am totally on board with this idea. I think comfort and contentment is the antithesis of progress. There’s something to be said about being content with who you are and what you have at this very moment, but at the same time placing a value on growth.
I have many goals in life, but if I had to choose just one: never stop growing.
Never.
Ever. Ever.
It’s kind of a big deal to me. If I’m the same exact person I was the week prior, I’m not living the way I’d like.
Continue reading “On Being Uncomfortable. And a Bosnian Traffic Jam.”
