I’m officially half way through my yoga teacher training!! It’s been great. Overall, I’m SO happy that I’m here. But every time I think about writing an update, it ends up being word vomit and just rambles! So I’m journaling and working through some of my thoughts, so maybe the next time I need a break from the fun, I’ll put it into words concisely. In the meantime, I’ll use art to speak for me. (Who am I?! Using art?! But yoga is like art and it helps you feel and understand things greater than yourself. I wasn’t even drinking a mushroom milkshake before writing this! I’m just happy!) The pictures help capture the activity and the overall feeling.
Some of these may have already been part of an Instagram update. Some might reappear as I tell the stories behind them. But hey, part of learning yoga is repetition 🙂
Doing yoga things: Monday-Saturday we start the day with 90 minutes of yoga. But we’re practicing the yoga asanas (poses) more than that – learning asanas, practice teaching, other yoga classes. Pretty much #yogaeverydamnday
Beautiful Koh Phangan: I mean, I’m on an island paradise. It’s lovely.
General debauchery and fun with yoga friends!
And if pictures don’t embody this feeling, I found this poem last winter, when I was starting to get in touch with my feelings a bit. My grief, my happiness. But it’s really resonating with me a lot lately!!
So Much Happiness, by Naomi Shihab Nye
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.
As fabulous as it is here, I do think about the friends and family and life that I’ve left behind and miss you guys. Thanks for the kind words of support and encouragement. It means a lot!!