Yurt

This is the door of a Mongolian yurt owned by my friends Raam and Sophia Pandeya. They are Ayurvedic practitioners who just moved to Glen Ellen. They used to live in Hollywood, where I met them.

They are wonderful people, in the world, and yet always true to their dream and their calling. They have made many bold choices along the way, always quietly but firmly.

Finally after years of searching they have found the property where they will set up their Samadhi retreat. They will do their Ayurvedic treatments, train other Ayurvedic practioners, grow a tiny vineyard of Shiraz grapes which Raam will turn into restorative wine elixirs filled with healing herbs (kind of like low-fat cookies...) . But best of all, they have set up two beautiful Mongolian yurts.





These yurts are authentic: the painting, the fabric, the ropes woven of horsehair. They are simple, but unbelievably beautiful. They found them on the internet. A Swiss man in Canada imports them from Mongolia, then travels with his yurts to install them. They cost $8,000 apiece. I could definitely live in one.

For this afternoon my boys played in one with Kabir, their son.

When we drove up, he shouted to the boys:

"Come into my yurt!"

They ran in, and so did I.