New – old, Old – new, whichever way you like


Energized and ready to start anew, but I am not going to dedicate this whole blog on why I didn’t write for such a long time. The analysis would be boring and futile and probably very fabricated. Apologizing would be good if I had a public that’s still waiting for my blogs. So here it is, if you have been waiting for my posts; “Sorry for the extreme long gap!” If you are new to my blog and don’t know why the apology than let’s not fret about it and onwards to my new writings (please also read the old ones as there is still a lot to enjoy.

So here it is a new blog post. Not a new site not a new way or new insights, though of course I learned a lot about life and myself and dharma in my blogging absence but truly and honestly speaking it’s still same old me with slightly changed but still very recognizable behavior.

What has changed is the strong wish to write, and the encouragement I got from my rapid maturing sons who both really think I am on to something and shouldn’t stop. Not even stop because I stopped too long, there is no audience anymore, and other ideas I have in my mind.

Therefore I will start writing again and promised myself to write daily but to blog bi weekly. I’ll post on a Saturday evening/night so Sunday morning you’ll have time to read about my life either in the present or in it’s more (recent) past sense.

Writing is cathartic and I haven’t stopped writing on my book, though it’s really slow but also I have noticed I have come onto persons and times in my life which are still very fresh and maybe the subject of my writing (though it’s all about me) might not be so happy with my epistles. But that’s all speculation. In the past you who have been reading my blog posts have responded tremendously on my writing about my life in India so I look there for stories. Like stories for the book on the chapters of boyfriends galore.

Hope you still have the feeling of wanting to read what I’m writing and hope you will enjoy my new post as much as you did in the past. If you are new… there is still a lot to read already but of course hope you love all my posts and follow me on my explorations of life in dharma. Maturing as a Buddhist practitioner and not just as a person growing older.

Much Love – Radia, The Unusual Yogini

Autumn Nostalgia…. it’s my thing?

Bus Himachal Pradesh, IndiaAutumn nostalgia has set in. I noticed it a few days ago while hanging the laundry to dry outside. The residual heath, the cold breeze, the apples almost ripe to pluck, all transported me back to the second summer experiences I had in the Himalayas when I was younger. Always surprising me, as there wasn’t a gradual weather change… all of a sudden it had arrived. Where everything is fresh after the monsoon, dry, beautiful…people are more relaxed …another monsoon survived. Some flicker of hope and parties with good food and good moods. Relieved parents for school going children and hankering back to the pre summer abhorred and previously much shooed boring routine…The sweet contradiction of it makes me laugh, makes us fickle human beings…. makes me fickle…


Here in Europe I guess we are happy there are some hot days left after the damp heath of august and the dry heath of July. This year, particular, it was hot, hot hot all around and hard to escape. Much was left undone…. Like my mind was on hold, now I feel it spring into action and filled with new energy…. Like my spines constriction was lifted and upward the energy surges like a fountain.


So the time calls for things to be done and finalised but my one downfall luring from behind the door of good deeds is nostalgia….A foolish feeling more so than primal fear, raging jealousy, blinding anger. Nostalgia is such a gentle distraction but its outcome can be violent. It pulls me down into untried adventures, a live not lived, regrets of unfinished ends…creative and yet stifling in mind if I let it….


I unfold in many and if left unattended don’t regroup.. A bounty to be had if only I knew when ripe to be plucked, like the apples from my tree which I have no problem identifying.


Ponderings by the Unusual Yogini a true autumn believer

Ps: do the seasons effect you? or the stars, or the weather …any natural outside conditions? and what do they do with/to you?


Pss: whilst writing this post a blogpost of friends of mine arrived… Their blog is about my beloved very recently deceased friend Pete, Sangye Chöpel, and I urge you read it…. It’s magical.. And for me… I hear his voice whilst reading it, his pauses, his laughter his ponderings, him being, being in transition to a new form with same transcendent  mind… No sadness recounting his life or his death


Psss: Poem I wrote when I lived in dharamsala during my first year os after having stayed in India for about three quarter of a year

Autumn leaves are falling and the sunlight on my head,

wondering in it’s beauty as I slightly become sad.

Winter on it’s way with promising cold nights,

newly fallen snow while my tears become lights

Mirror like wisdom, or……

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