Is anyone really good/into moving? Now that I have moved (and am in the process) from Philly to Providence and now from Providence to Farmville I find myself falling apart all over again. I can’t seem to find my center or my sanity. My practice is in the weeds and my heart feels overwhelmed…and again Mike is packing around me. All the strength and support I derived from Mysore……where has it all gone? After taking a mediocre workshop from a teacher who is making an extraordinary living I find myself questioning the profession of yoga teacher. It seems that I am packing and unpacking more than just my things. However as soon as I finish typing this line I’ll retreat to make very cluttered yoga room and unpack and repack my asana practice and try to squeeze a little juice into my joints and joy into this very strange transition.