It’s nearly time for this journey to launch. Already, there is some turbulence being felt in my little world. My nerves and emotions are beginning to shaken it up in a way similar to earthquake precursors. I’m making my best effort to remain calm.
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Jenn, our fearless leader has asked the TT (teacher training) students to bring an offering of cheese to Savira, our teacher in India. To this end, I spent my lunch in search of cheeses that “travel well.” In other words: Hard Cheese.
My simple query of the guy behind Whole Foods’ vast array of cheeses, yielding a few suggestions. I sampled each and selected some Dutch Gouda as my gift for the teacher.
These cheeses will travel well and make a delicious offering to Savira. Additionally, they are apparently great for backpacking trips as well.
The light from my bedroom sneaks over to the edge of the adjoining room. The sun has yet to rise and it is quiet. We sit cross-legged on the floor at the edge of my ashtanga rug – each in our own space, with our own slurry of thoughts running through the quiet space we share.
In the center of my head, thoughts of the upcoming trip ricochet around. Mentally, I run through the final preparations (mostly unfinished packing for YaYa) and reflect on my mock up, if-you-will, for the journey ahead. This is not mindfulness or mindlessness; it is more like madness. But it is where I am at today so I accept it.
It is fitting that theMan and I have come together in the same room this morning, rather than meditating in separate rooms as we have done in the past. As both of us prepare to travel the same path, we also acknowledge each of us are on our own journey. We will each experience and grow from this trip in a different way. Yet, similar to us sharing our meditation space this morning, we will be together.
All week, I have kept my enthusiasm curbed. I am truly ecstatic about my trip, yet I need some way of balancing out the edginess that runs through every cell of my physical body. Here, with my eyes closed and my heart open, I focus on my breath. In… Out… In… Out…
About the time I find my peacefulness, Father Time reminds us that this planned retreat from the everyday has not yet begun. He pulls us out with the sound of Tibetan bowls’ sweet song. We open our eyes to see the sun has begun its ascent. So lucky are we to be here, as another beautiful day begins to unfold.
Symbolic of rebirth, it seems only fitting to post this lotus flower which I photographed after Sunday’s long run. Symbolic of what it takes to achieve enlightenment is this flower, which rises from the murky waters below, and opens up to the daylight.
I’m like this BiZZy BEE, buzzing around, collecting up the things I need, in order to flourish. It’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it.