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Posted on Jan 30, 2015 | 3 comments

Hate, Judgement, & Wild Rashes- Unexpected Twists of Spiritual Healing Journeys- India

Hate, Judgement, & Wild Rashes- Unexpected Twists of Spiritual Healing Journeys- India

So my face rash is going down, but other things have come up. I haven’t shown you the rashes for my ego freaked out against it. Every cell of my vanity (and there are oceans of em) was against actually posting me looking totally beaten up and deformed. And yet, true to form, if I walk this talk of sharing “the sweaty, teary, and beautiful” than here we go. [Photos in the second half of the post.] I remind myself of the guy from Mask (not the Jim Carey one, the one from 1985 that portrays the true life story of Rocky Dennis , a red head with a massive facial deformity who had a blind girlfriend, and he dies right after he removed the tacks from his map of dreams because the parents forbade her to see him again, and he finally understood that the fight he was fighting to be accepted for who he was, was not going to happen. Oh, such a hard movie!) So, I look like...

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Posted on Jan 15, 2015 |

Most Magical Place on the Planet- Cappadocia, Turkey- RTW Nomadic Family Travel Question #29

Most Magical Place on the Planet- Cappadocia, Turkey- RTW Nomadic Family Travel Question #29

After three and half year globetrotting, it’s a huge honor to sit back, sigh, and reflect. There were moments that sucked beyond comprehension, moments where I wanted to crawl into fetal position and be ‘home’ (whatever that really means); and there were moments when I raised my hands to the heavens or hugged my kids and Kobi even closer still, and thanked God/the fairies/the stars for our unreal fortune and luck to have been able to have had just that moment. We grew so close, fell apart, witnessed, cried, laughed, got lost and found in seventeen lands and always still in the chamber of our own souls. And sometimes, we’re asked THE question, the one that take my breath away- where was your favorite place in the world, which is evergreen bittersweet for there is something unquenchably romantic about the longing of the human heart, and how, no matter how wonderful it was, or how it could never be that again, or even no matter how remarkable the Now...

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Posted on Jan 1, 2015 | 4 comments

How to Afford RTW Family World Travel: Extreme Frugality & Creative Solutions to Buying -Goa, India

How to Afford RTW Family World Travel: Extreme Frugality & Creative Solutions to Buying -Goa, India

We’d love to connect to you also on Twitter, Facebook, YouTube. ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Insanely unorthodox, embarrassingly honest, and on her path towards spiritual awareness, Gabi Klaf blogs about her family’s ups and downs in their now third year of non-stop budget world travel. This family of five has lived with an indigenous tribe in the jungles of Ecuador, hitchhiked throughout the world, danced with drunk Vietnamese at weddings, and hiked the entire Annapurna Circuit trek with a documentary film crew in tow. Gabi writes about the untold sides of family travel life, those moments that take your breath away, adventures and mishaps while globetrotting, and how bits of her soul remain in this small town and off the side of that river. She is a guitar-stumming, energy-healing, ADHD wind-loving scaredy cat. Hugely romantic, tantalizingly sweet, and hysterically funny, Gabi Klaf represents a rare Rubik’s Cube of family world adventure. We’re out doing crazy stuff and making our dreams come true, every single one of them, and a few more that sort...

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Posted on Dec 30, 2014 | 4 comments

IKEA The Other Letter- The Lessons We Know Most and Why I’m Living Offline

IKEA The Other Letter- The Lessons We Know Most and Why I’m Living Offline

So, I remember as a child, my mom had this parenting book at her bedside stand. And I picked it up one day and read it and got so excited! It talked about how parents need to spend more time with their kids and how only through time spent together can parents build the positive relationships they wish to have with their kids. And I earmarked that page and got so excited that my mom would read it, and then, and then, and then she would know. And then, surely, she would spend time with me. And though that day never did happen, I get it. Now, I get it. I get how there is always another thing to do to run a household, how there is always twenty things on the to do list and that doing them feels productive, reduces stress, and makes the emptiness gnawing at the silent corners of our soul shut up. Conscious Parenting Many years ago, waaaay before The Nomadic Family and waaaaay before...

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Posted on Dec 24, 2014 | 2 comments

Solitary Misery, Insanity, Blessings & Forever Young- After a Week of Treatments, Solo Healing Journey, India

Solitary Misery, Insanity, Blessings & Forever Young- After a Week of Treatments, Solo Healing Journey, India

  I come home (again) to my neighbors having guests (again). Really? The nerve of them! I’m sinking in the quicksand of my dire loneliness, fighting a war to the bitter death with my demons, holding onto fantasies and memories as if they were the last lifesaver for my drowning misery; and they are fraternizing. God! Have a little respect to those mourning around you, people! They’re so nice, so sweet, so cordial and kind to all, including me. But, damn it, I’m playing monk-in-a-cave, I’m twisting and turning in my own self-inflicted isolation, and you, one paper-thin wall away, and just so happy, happy, so God-damn happy! Solitary Noise Now, bless their dear hearts. I do like them. I do. It’s not their fault the Indian landlord built one house, put in one crappy wall and left a huge space between that wall and the roof  and called it now two. It is this that we share. It’s not their fault that I can hear them in the...

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Posted on Dec 17, 2014 | 3 comments

Utterly Broken- Day 1 Stretching Class- Solo Healing Journey, India

Utterly Broken- Day 1 Stretching Class- Solo Healing Journey, India

I’ve spent years avoiding the pain. Not sitting this way, getting up from that, moving just so to avoid feeling the almost constant pain that is, and now, today, that first two-hour stretching class on that clothed-off roof, and I pushed into the pain. I played with the pain, I invited the pain. It hurts and I want to move to not hurt, and Haim is standing behind me, holding me up ‘like a wall,’ he said, and making me stay in pain. Making me stay in it. “I don’t want to do this!” I scream inside. And he’s still there telling me that I can. “BUT I DON’T WANT TO!” (to myself) and the tears are rolling down my face. Miranda: “5, 6, 7, and 8, ” and Haim, “Look you couldn’t do that three minutes ago. You’re doing it now!” I want pizza, I want sex! The latter even more than the former. I’m a caged tiger. I want to avoid this, drown it, forget it,  consume...

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