It started with a gentle knock. I barely heard it. I was worked up North at a Fly in Fishing Camp in Saskatchewan. I remember standing on the dock looking out on the calm waters and contemplating my existance. I remember raising my arms above my head and breathing deeply. In that simple movement linked with breath I felt a stir, a quiver of what was yet to come.
I sit thirteen years later on the beaches of Goa, India, midway through my first one month Yoga Teacher Training Intensive. The faith it took to get me here amazes me. How many moments along the way I thought I wasn't good enough, smart enough, strong enough, yoga enough. The people who believed in me along the way are my greatest gift. Those who lite the fire and asked more of me I will forever remember.
The past two weeks have been intense. Extreme elation to deep sadness. Feeling homesick and missing our beds to having a moment of bliss in meditation.