Starting out somewhere...

In a world ever increasing in the number and complexity of gadgets and electronic "stuff", I have been resistant (to say the least) to join the masses. I guess it could be considered laziness, but I almost feel like even if I were to try and keep up with the latest and greatest inventions, I would still be behind. And then I ask myself if all the time spent behind these machines is what life is about?

But in a bid to put it out there and be open-minded and so as not to be left behind in the world, here I am...blogging.

I have just returned from almost two months away from my work, my husband, my yoga practice and my sweet cat, and I find myself disoriented. Understatement perhaps, but I like the word. My experience was fulfilling and refreshing to a deeper part of me that has been dormant for the past 3 years. You see I know now as clearly as I have ever known, that I NEED to travel. It's not really a luxury, I have concluded, but an actual need. I love the smell that hits you as you enter a new country. I love hearing a new accent or language. I love being surrounded but stuff I don't see all the time. And mostly, for this trip, I loved being with people I adore. I have an amazing ability to make brilliant friendships with people who are like myself or worse when it comes to country hopping. I currently have 2 sisters in England, one in Boston, cousins in South Africa, and friends scatter farther and wider than I would like. Why can't we all pick the same place to be? But as I know full well, we are all on our own paths to great things, and I wouldn't love these people as much as I do if they weren't the adventurous, crazy people they are. So it leaves only one solution - lots of travel.

What struck me most coming back was how stiff I was. I have returned to a state I like to call Blobville - the feeling I have when I haven't done yoga for over a week. Of course add 6 weeks to that and it's positively disgusting. It's strange for me the ebb and flow my own practice takes. There are times when I can't get enough and I have gone to 3 classes a day, 5 days a week. But lately I have been less inclined. In part I feel it was the apathy that had hit, but perhaps if I dig deeper it will reveal more. And as a yoga teacher it seems to be such a faux pas to make such a confession, but since yoga is more than asanas, for me I guess it is part of my practice. Now I'm back to teaching, back to practicing and all I can think about is massage work...And so I guess that's why I like balance work, because life is one big balancing act. Trying to figure out how much of each element to include on a given day to stay fulfilled and happy.

Time will surely reveal more...