Greece. Elections were held while I was there. There was an air of resignation. Sadness perhaps. They voted for their leader who had been battered down by a bigger foe. Yes, they had met the Too Big To Fall. They are weary. But they are Greeks. They go to the Plaka. They feed you. They drink ouzo with you. And behind their tired eyes I see something. They have dignity. They are not down because they are wise. And I think to myself. The Too Big To Fall miscalculated. The world now knows what the Too Big are made of. We bear witness. Clearly, I miss my Greek friends. They have taught me how to be resilient no matter what. No wonder. They have a history of standing up again and again.
And now I am in India. Here too there is history. Ancient. And new. And here there is always confusion between the two. But I got to visit the ancient. The sources of painstaking research into the ancient texts of yoga. And walked out with a bagful of books:)
You can follow this journey here on Facebook:
Then it is on to Delhi to teach at Om Yoga Studios.
Jai Hanuman, the breath of the Divine. Serendipity is your play.
November sees me in Salt Lake, my twice a year home. And so happy to work again with my dear long time supporter and lifelong friend, Jennifer Ellen. Hosted by Centered City Yoga. I look forward to seeing all my Utah friends. And making new ones.
Next year is turning out to be quite exciting too.
Grass Valley at Sivananda Yoga Farm for Emotional Intelligence Through Yoga & Ayurveda with special extended workshop for therapists, practitioners and teachers.
NAMA Conference in Rhode Island (Presenting the Practicum)
San Juan Capistrano…
Or Gokarna, India to study Patanjali’s Yoga Darshana & then visit Hanuman’s birthplace?
Greece of course:)
And of course in my hometown: Los Angeles.
Two major projects in hand. A book
(There, I have said it. Now I will have to write it:)
And perhaps, just perhaps, a dream come true: a School of Yoga & Ayurveda Integration for Therapeutic Purposes.
As I said before: Jai Hanuman!