I thought that I would blog while I was in Philadelphia. I thought that I would see everyone that I longed to see. I thought that I would practice twice a day. What I failed to realize was just how busy I would actually be. It was a great trip home. I logged many hours with my favorite sister, practiced with my teacher and my yoga tribe, and had some fantastic meals with some of my favorite people. I felt at home, but at the same time I felt distance from all that was happening. Some of the distance I welcomed...yoga drama is so strange.
Now that I am back in Rhode Island I feel a little directionless. Like what is next for me. How can I continue to teach and make a living doing that? Where is my yoga home?
I am starting to put together the pieces of my Winter Solstice workshop, and while I was practicing this morning this poem flew (from God knows where) into my quiet mind.
Prelude To Winter
The moth under the eaves
with wings like
the bark of a tree, lies
symmetrically still-
And love is a curious
soft-winged thing
unmoving under the eaves
when the leaves fall.William Carlos Williams
3 comments:
reading this entry brings a great big grin on my face
:)
glad your visit went well.and travels smooth.can't wait to see your face xmas.love lisa d
I need to work more on being quiet, it's gotten away from me.
Looking forward to some quiet at the Winter Solstice workshop!
colleen
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