After a lovely week driving up the west coast and visiting Eugene, Portland and Ashland, Oregon on the way to a long weekend in Seattle I have been back in Los Angeles for the last week or so. It has been great to see familiar faces and be back in a place I’ve lived so long but it no longer feels like home. Our transition from life in Los Angeles to life on the road has officially begun.
It never ceases to amaze me how practice can be a microcosm for life outside the practice room. Moving is a vinyasa krama, a step by step process where everything must be taken one piece at a time. It is impossible to begin our life of traveling without first letting go of the life we knew just as it is impossible to reap the benefits of yoga without actually stepping onto your mat. When looked at all at once, selling everything and leaving the states to travel can seem scary and overwhelming but when taken once step at a time it becomes a bit more manageable.
Practicing back in a familiar space with familiar faces has been wonderful but I’ve also noticed that it doesn’t really matter where I practice, just that I do my practice. The poses have not changed but beginning this trip has already begun to change my practice in ways I can’t yet see, physically, mentally and spiritually. This past week I’ve found I don’t feel quite so attached to whether or not my poses feel ‘perfect,’ just that I do what I can and know they will be there to try again next time I come to my mat.
In the next week I will be headed back up the west coast through Big Sur, back through Portland and to Seattle again. My practice will be on the road wherever I have the space to lay out my mat.Heading Out,