Leaving Chicago was not my idea. My husband decided he wanted a new job in a place very far away from our friends and family. In Seattle, a place where it is rumored it is rainy and dark and chilly from about late October until approximately May. So being the amazing woman that I am, I left all that I build in Chicago, my community of yogis and my yoga home, Moksha Yoga Center, to come to Seattle and start over again.
I feel like the new girl in school. Today I attended my first class in Seattle, at a lovely little studio called Haute Yoga Queen Anne. And yeah, it was HAUTE (or really hot, if you ask a Pitta girl). And sweaty. And a little nauseating. And I was in Balasana (Child’s pose) more than I had been in Balasana in five years. Now, I don’t mean to sound full of myself, but most of the time, I am a pretty strong practitioner who can hang with the flow. Today had me in tears, literally. Missing my beloved Chicago community, where I would walk into class and always see a friendly face, always get hugs and love radiated from all directions. It was really fricking hard.
I am a stranger in a strange land. The land of hot yoga, so I have been told.
My sadhana, my practice, for these next two weeks, will be to try every studio in town to find myself a new yoga home. A place where I can teach what I love, share my passion and enthusiasm for yoga and have a few laughs along the way.