Yogis,
Vacation is a chance to step out of our daily routines. To detach
in a way. In so doing we can view our
surroundings, ourselves and our thoughts a little more clearly. We are more present as we look from afar. Below are a sampling of the observations that
this particular trip offered.
Time
6:19. 6:19 am. An odd time. Not 6:20 or 6:25. Always 6:19.
When I chose to meditate daily 7 years ago I was told that I
should select a time of day that I could be faithful to and I chose 6:30
am. This happens to be the time during
the work week that I finish my runs or my early morning classes. On weekends, I knew I certainly wouldn’t have
many conflicts that would stand in the way of sitting each morning at 6:30. So 6:30 it was. 365 days a year.
After a short time of adjusting my alarm to find just the
perfect amount of time which allowed for a moment of brain wake up, going to
the bathroom, brushing my teeth and folding my blanket to set up my seat to be
ready at 6:30…….6:19 was where I landed.
For this particular island trip only AT&T service will work (and
only when standing in just the right location at the end of the beach on top of
a rock) so I have a cheap pay-as-you-go phone that I bought 6 years ago. I had it reactivated at the store before
leaving. When I turned it on the first
night in my tent and went to set the alarm…..6:19 was already there waiting for
me like an old friend. I realized that
all my clocks, phones and IPOD have an alarm set for 6:19 to cover me at home
and on travel. 6:19 and I have a special relationship.
Vacation as a barometer for life
Vacation is quite a good indicator of how life is going for
you right now. Actually the return from
vacation is the true barometer.
The final day of a vacation has a drastically different energy
then the others. Images of home begin to
sneak back in as you pack and do everything “one last time”. It is in this energy that you get a peek at your
life’s gauge. Viewing your own life from
afar. Feeling everything from:
-
Dread….of the cold weather, the job, the daily
routine, the pace, an unresolved issue, or all of the above
-
Anticipation…..to get back to doing since relaxing
doesn’t come easy
-
Peace…..vacation was wonderful but now ready for
the newness of being back home; living vacation but also relaxing back into
life
On this trip my gauge was set to peace. I loved every day and everything we did, but
looked ahead and saw Phoebe, my home, my classes and my half-finished jigsaw
puzzle waiting for me and it felt right to be heading back. It has not always been that way for me. For right now I am in a good place.
I step out and they step in
Each year my parents come and stay at the house while we take
our winter trip. First it was to watch
the kids, then the dog, then a year to watch nothing because they had grown to
enjoy the tradition and didn’t want to end it…and now back to watching the new
dog. This year they visited friends and
family, had the boys over for dinner, ate out, saw 5 movies, and walked the dog
a total of 40 times. At 77 and 80 they
amaze me and all my friends.
But it doesn’t stop there.
While I take this week each year to completely step out of my life for a
pause, they step in and keep it coasting along for me. Smoothly.
So naturally. They handle the CSA
veggie pickups, take care of my mail, pay the cleaners, visit my elderly
neighbors to check in on them and even handle the meeting and greeting for the
yoga classes that continued in my absence this time. When I return the laundry is done, my bed has
fresh sheets and a few of my jigsaw puzzle pieces have found their places. Nothing missing a beat. A true gift.
People
Suddenly it was clear as I sat on the beach and observed a
man on his boat.
People who like to hike and camp also like dirt. Earth.
Mud stained clothes and soles of the feet. Dirt under the fingernails. Grounded.
All ok. All feel fine.
People who like to sail also like the wet. Water.
Everything always slightly damp. Baths
taken by leaping from the side of the boat.
Breeze filled with sea. Wrinkled
fingers. All ok. All feel fine.
There are those who like the air. Feet off the ground. Flying.
Clean, light and dry. Unbounded.
Free.
The fire people are those who poke, stir and keep the flame blazing. Fearless.
Moving toward change. Power. Hot. All ok.
All feel fine.
Finally……
Like sex in the shower
Doing yoga on the beach is a lot like having sex in the
shower. Both sound so romantic and adventurous…..but
both are fraught with many challenges. When
practicing yoga on the beach, what once appeared flat magically transforms into
a mountainous rutted surface. Every inch
of your body instantly a sand magnet.
The breeze, such a blessing while seated upright, turns into a full body
sand exfoliator while resting in Savasana.
Sea salt and sand also do not like to let go of their comfortable connection
to the grooves of your mat.
As for the challenges with sex in the shower….I think most
of you already know those.
Noticing life,
SARAH