The world is a mysterious place, and the one thing you can be certain about is the intention you bring into it.
I said this as I guided my yoga students through a meditation during Savasana. One of the students is my best friend who’s been living with me and my family for six months. Another is my neighbor and dear friend who graciously introduced me to so many more friends, including the two other students beside her. This is my studio. And upstairs is my bed, and outside is my greenhouse, and in the driveway is my bus, and in the main house is my family, and next door is my grandfather and aunt, and down the road is my job…
Two years ago I asked someone I deeply loved why they remained where they grew up when the whole world was so open to them. He paused and eventually answered matter-of-factly, “Because it’s mine.”
I couldn’t tell you how many times I thought back to that airport (a year ago today) and envisioned what would happen if I did not get on that plane. After a year of living out my decision I am finally ready to admit to myself that I made the right choice.
There’s no sweeping remarks to make about the pros and cons of travel or living at home. Both are what they are, and both have a place and purpose. Your intention is what transforms being lost or stuck to having a life well lived.
Live with intention.
12:52 am • 13 August 2014
A perfect night to soak in my wood burning tub. Bubble bath and beer, crickets and Mariee Sioux, time alone, space to just be…
10:42 pm • 5 August 2014 • 2 notes
This gives me hope.
Working for weeks at a time without a break, losing my freedom to jobs and relationships and time and schedules, has all been worth it because I saved up for this.
This is my 1973 VW Camper Van. (And my brothers and dog.)
It needs work but the idea of that excites me. I’m reclaiming it, getting to know its inner workings, making it truly my own. I’ve gotten the tools and have been doing the research and I feel confident I can get it road ready and beautiful… if I just make the time.
My mom helped me buy it and I still owe her so work remains a priority. But every time I walk by it I hug it or I kiss it and I tell it my dreams, looking at its cute round eyed face. I realize this is what I’ve been working towards, more than anything since I got home almost a year ago, this is what I can say I’m proud of accomplishing.
In a week I will have been home for a full year. This sentence rattles me. A post about that will have to wait until the 12th. I’ve got work in 20 minutes.
9:10 am • 5 August 2014 • 10 notes
That’s my mom’s garden. The fruits of our little farm.
The raised beds are made of fallen cedar trees and help from my brothers. We’ve been putting veggies out on our roadside stand the past couple weeks and have made a good amount of “lunch money.”
It’s important to me that we always have this. Only a 1/4 of what I planted did alright and I blame negligence for the other 3/4’s demise. My priorities shifted. I got a second job and the weather was warm so when I wasn’t working I had to prepare the yoga studio to look presentable for clients I haven’t actually had. I engulfed my summer in planning and moneymaking and my beautiful, hopeful herbal tea plant project fell away.
A lot of sleeping on the couch happened and ignoring my basic needs. My diet is the laziest and most unconscious it’s been in 9 years and I haven’t gone to a yoga class at a studio in months. Meditating scares me. I’m surviving. I’m making money. I’m tired.
8:53 am • 5 August 2014 • 1 note
My little yoga studio.
For the past two weeks I’ve have had classes here on Tuesday night with some lovely new friends of mine. We can fit about 6 people really cozy.
It’s small but it’s what I have at the moment. Plans for a geodesic dome are constantly floating in and out of my head, as well as other round structures, but for now this will have to do.
I want to have more classes and open up this space to new people, but I’ve been working so much, creating an endless and exhausting (though fulfilling!) social schedule, and just being straight up tired when I do finally get a moment alone.
Truly, my freedom during travel has been profoundly mirrored by the way I’ve spent my time at home.
But I have to ask myself, is this just how growing up and taking on a normal amount of responsibilities feels like? Am I doing this right?
8:35 am • 5 August 2014 • 1 note
I heated it for 2 hours with the “lid” on but it turns out that was actually too much. It had to cool down for almost an hour before I got in. But I got in!
9:10 am • 10 April 2014 • 3 notes
Reclaimed potting table.
9:07 am • 10 April 2014
Watching the sunset in Shenandoah.
4:50 pm • 8 April 2014
Mom and I went on a quick road trip down south, which is why I haven’t been updating on the farm. My friend Wes is staying with us and generously took care of my plants for me!
This is us after a hike in the Smoky Mountains, Tennessee, to a place called Rainbow Falls.
More to come :)
9:09 am • 15 March 2014