When the mind is clear of all noise and self talk, this is when solutions are revealed, artists are inspired, paradigms are shifted.
Stephen J. Kochan
We entered back into the world of speaking as gently as we left it, with quiet words and a yoga practice.
After we made a circle to share a bit about our experiences. It was lovely. Clearly the weekend meant a lot for the entire group. It was a quite a weekend. Lots of yoga, an intense hike, a sweat ceremony, more yoga all the while drinking nothing but lemon cleanse juice with cayenne pepper.
Tough stuff.
We packed up and lots of us chatted, not urgently but intentionally. Words weren’t wasted.
And finally, we headed back home.
I want to tell you about a huge awakening. Regale you with tales of conversations with my spirit animal in the woods as I was covered in mud. Faint from hunger but strong as a warrior.
Yeah, um- that didn’t happen. Prior to the retreat I think I was half expecting something dramatic. Wondering if this would be some strange tipping point for me- I would fall into the yoga abyss never to return.
Nope.
Here I am. Writing to you.
But seriously- I didn’t walk away empty-handed.
In the quiet I realized that I worked hard over the past year and a half to find my version of happiness.
Guess what?
I found it.
I’ve lived most of my life yappin’ away. I lived a lot of my life looking. Seeking. Yelling even.
In the quiet it turns out- happiness and peace were here all along.
Truth be told- the other half of me suspected that I might discover this in a weekend of quiet.
It’s nice sometimes to confirm exactly what you suspect.
You. Are. Exactly. Where. You. Should. Be.
Rock on.
It feels good.
Sssh.
Namaste y’all.
