I just came back from a 2.5 week holiday travelling in a Campervan along the coast from Brisbane to Sydney, wrapping the adventure up with a 2-day Yoga Conference at Darling Harbour. It was nothing like I had expected but it was truly an amazing ride. On top of dry skin and additional freckles from harsh weather and immersing daily in second hand cigarette smoke, I witnessed extreme form of reliance, mistrust and self indulgence. At the same time, I experienced unusual connection, affection and kindness. And honestly, the contrast of these two scales left me expanded, wholesome, sadden inevitably, and deeply grateful. It had not occurred to me how much Yoga has supported and nurtured me emotionally and mentally over the years until I faced confrontations that could have left me depleted in the past. I bowed even lower before the wisdom that has been showered upon me, and I felt blessed to be one of the chosen vehicle to pass on the teachings.
At Western Head, overlooking the coast at the edge of the Cliff in a headstand, grounding my head to the earth, the immediate silence that took over within the body from downward pull of gravity gave complete sense to what I heard from Duncan Peak later - We don't own the earth, we belong to it. Adding my epiphany to what he said, I would say we don't own our experience, we belong to it. Life is inherently good, and it's a beautiful journey if we do not kill the existence by judging. I smiled involuntarily into the sky as I walked barefooted back to my Campervan. I thought of my friends who created the experience with me, wearing the memories of one around my neck in honour of the friendship we built, and looking forward to catch up with another soon. I embraced the insights that had settled in my heart.
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