Then I realized that I'd be traveling all the next day and so that would be my rest day. And Flor, my new Costa Rican friend, also wanted to practice. So we got on our mats together in the late morning and had a lovely practice.
We had practiced together on the first few days, but then our schedules weren't matching up. It was very sweet to have her by my side for my last practice in Costa Rica.
Day 16 was a rest day and the day I left Costa Rica. The departure wasn't quite as sad as the days leading up to it. The travel all went smooth and I felt happy to be returning to Haiti to teach more yoga and to continue to deepen my own practice.
Day 17. In Haiti. Struggling. I started to practice at the studio this morning and had to stop. I just didn't have the energy. Transition. Where is my yoga deck? Where is the ocean? Why am I here and not there?
I left the yoga studio mid-afternoon. I walked into my new house and bumbled around. Is this really home?
Finally at some point I realized the best place to answer all of these questions is on my yoga mat. There is no answer, and that is what I remember when I get on my mat.
It is all about the experience of whatever is present. It is all about letting the questions and the unknown be what they are and being present with them in a way that lets them sort themselves out in their own time.
Transition. I was there, and now I am here. On may mat in a different place doing the same postures, counting the same breaths and finding my sense of home. In me, wherever I am, even in transition.
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