Tonight I am writing from an empty room.
I have spent many evenings like this, falling asleep in the shell of a room. The furniture skillfully “tetrised” into a U Haul, the carpet littered with bits of cardboard, and the walls bare, save a few nail holes and pieces of tape. When I close my eyes everything magically reappears in just the right spot and evaporates back into the trailer when I open them.
Moving is an art and like the tortoise, I’m a grand master. However, just because an art is honed does not mean that it comes easy. On the contrary: each move, each departure from familiar and arrival into the strange presents it’s own unique challenges. I have learned through the years to face them with fresh eyes, to pull from what I know to assist me but ensure that I don’t rest on past experiences to dictate the steps forward.
In part, this is something I have discovered through my exploration of myself in my yoga practice. Each time I step onto my mat it is simultaneously familiar and new. The squish of my bright orange Manduka welcomes me home yet the state of my mind and body at that particular moment immediately tells me, today’s practice is going to be different than yesterdays…and that is OK. That is exciting.
Tonight was my last practice in my 30 day challenge at Kula Yoga center here in Florida, 30 days of consecutive practice. This move tomorrow means I have to cut my challenge short, 27 days … 3 days from that goal set on Aug. 1. Sure, there are many emotions flooding through my head tonight and I could be bummed that I didn’t nail that 30 right on the head (even though I know that I could!).
Instead, I am choosing to be grateful. Grateful for the blessings that came my way this year, elated that I have had such a wonderful community to grow as a yogini and person, joyful that I am embarking on such a wonderful new adventure!