Feeling it, I come home from my yoga workshop for lunch. Nobody is even here!
I have a blissful hour of quiet to myself. I knew this move would start to payoff sometime...
Meanwhile, in all of the meditations we did all morning (since 8am, without coffee!), I started feeling panicky (did I mention that we were not allowed any coffee beforehand?). Panicked about the move-- the old voices -- you know the ones: fear and doubt. "what did you do? what's going to happen to your children? do you really want to go camping?" ok, not the last one, i just threw that in to see if you were awake. seriously though, am i cut out for the wilderness? all that noise in the suburbs serves a good purpose. you don't have to think! you're too busy running from one errand to the next. no mantras, no meditation, no babbling brooks to slow you down and reflect.
this is not a good line of thinking to go back to yoga class with. can you be a yogi and not reflect?
