As 2007 comes to a close, I thought it would be appropriate to reminisce over the places I've rolled out my yoga mat in the past year. They range from exotic to mundane:
*Arena Treck, a gym in Escazu, Costa Rica
*21st floor balcony overlooking San Francisco
*Yoga Tree in San Francisco
*Yoga Journal's staff office
*My living room
*My empty, under-construction 2nd bedroom
*Unity Woods in Washington, DC
*The DC Global Mala
*Hot Yoga in Washington, DC
*My dad's home gym
*My mom's sitting room, decked out with a gong, fountain, and metallic Buddha picture
*8th floor balcony of a moving cruise ship
*Wedged between a blaring tv and a treadmill at my father-in-law's house
*Private patch of carpet in my 14-year-old brother-in-law's bedroom
Where have you practiced in 2007?
Here's to the places you'll practice in 2008!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Wherever You Go, There You Are
My most recent insight came to me while I was lounging in the sun on a toasty Caribbean cruise (a pleasant memory I’m now recalling amidst the frigid 20-something degree weather we’re experiencing in DC).
As I was flipping through the pages of the latest issue of Yoga Journal, my husband tossed and turned in his chair, rattling off ideas of more exciting things to do. My mind drifted, as usual, and I pictured my in-laws bustling to two bingo sessions and an art auction on the lower decks. In short, we were all being very much ourselves somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean Sea.
“You’d think we would act and feel a little bit different being so far away from our daily lives,” I said to my husband. “But we’ve all managed to find a way for our routines and ways of being to manifest even out here in the ocean.”
It’s easy to give over too much power to our external circumstances. My common traps are I would be happier if I didn’t have to work and I’ll be 100% fulfilled if I become a successful writer.
More often than not, the only thing standing between me and happiness is my Self.
As I was flipping through the pages of the latest issue of Yoga Journal, my husband tossed and turned in his chair, rattling off ideas of more exciting things to do. My mind drifted, as usual, and I pictured my in-laws bustling to two bingo sessions and an art auction on the lower decks. In short, we were all being very much ourselves somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean Sea.
“You’d think we would act and feel a little bit different being so far away from our daily lives,” I said to my husband. “But we’ve all managed to find a way for our routines and ways of being to manifest even out here in the ocean.”
It’s easy to give over too much power to our external circumstances. My common traps are I would be happier if I didn’t have to work and I’ll be 100% fulfilled if I become a successful writer.
More often than not, the only thing standing between me and happiness is my Self.
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