Tag: journey
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make yourself at home
Occasionally stripping ourselves of the comfort of familiarity allows us to activate an internal sense of security. It gives us space to cultivate the feeling of home so we can carry it through the changing tides of our lives. It’s been a full year since I gave my apartment up, since we deconstructed my bed…
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the discipline of rest
I had a long list of intentions to actualize at Lakshmi Rising. Drenched in curiosity, I resolved to take advantage of every opportunity to learn in the jungle. To accomplish these goals would require honesty and courage. Physically, I was determined to go beyond the limits I set for myself when I was mired in…
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meta reflections
I take a couple of days at the end of each year to reflect on its highlights – the challenges, opportunities and dreams that shaped the trip around the sun. Especially before I begin to set intentions for the upcoming year, it’s essential to honestly assess where I am. This year has been hectic to…
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come with intention
There was an opening ceremony on the first night of our yoga teacher training at Lakshmi Rising, nestled in the jungle between two rivers on Costa Rica’s Nicoya Peninsula. It gave us each an opportunity to introduce ourselves and learn about the people we would come to know intimately over the next three weeks. We…
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getting to the heart of it
I just want love not to feel like a minefield. I need to excavate my body of its fear, it has rooted down deeper than my awareness. Mines like memories I can hardly recall of broken glass and my mother crying, bags packed hidden in the closet, chaos that became so comfortable I had to…
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the angry physio
I sought out a recommendation for a local physio by the end of my second tear-filled day of the yoga retreat. Desperate for a reprieve from pain, I reached out to a contact that was shared with me as “Ukraine Massage Physio Therapy.” When the mysterious physio responded confirming availability for 3pm the next day,…
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crying at the gym
reposted from March 2019 The very first item on my to-do list after the accident was to pause my gym membership. Determined to get it done, I dragged both of my parents out of the house for the ride. I remember the optimism like it was yesterday, “Hi, yes, i’d like to put my membership…
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not all those wander
You mean to walk a straight path but, comme d’habitude, you’re distracted by the splendor of this magical city that you’re lucky enough to call home. The quiet, unassuming side streets call to you, one after another, until suddenly you notice that you’ve lost your way. Your eyes are open wide in an attempt to…
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deep shoulder healing
The main goal of my trip was to create a space that felt safe enough to explore the connection between my mind and body. There was a disconnect that I was desperate to resolve. All of the work I had done finally felt like it was starting to pay off when I made it to…
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the hammam after the breakup
The break up was brutal. We argued in Porto and left the relationship on unstable ground. I wept, tears stained his shirt, as we hugged goodbye while the taxi waited to take me to the airport. I was going to Morocco to meet my mother for the holiday. The flight was an hour and a…
nathalie shushan 