82/366

82/366. Lovely, lovely red smile. A surprise seat-mate on my bus ride from Xela to Chimaltenango. He couldn’t speak a word of English, but his lovely smile and manner spoke volumes!

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78/366

78/366. To be flying solo in the clouds … nothing really is as comparable and delicious as this magical experience. I crave to get current, both as a pilot and skydiver, to touch the face of God and live.

77/366

77/366. To find such a place to practice, basking in the sunlight, in an empty vast room with wooden floors and beautiful surroundings. This is what yogi dreams are made of …..