The monsoon is a character herself in India. Just now as Mysore was bathed in sun all morning and into afternoon she unexpectedly came and went. The smell in the air I swear is better than the sea-shore. When I was last in the unpredictable presence of the monsoon in 2008, I was told in Kerala that the monsoon season is an incredible time for nourishment and growth. As I ready and steady myself to leave the land that I have made my second home over the last 6 years I feel nourished and the growth that only comes through full surrender and study.
September is going to be a month full of LOVE. I’ll finish a 6 week period of practice and study. I have often joked that coming to Mysore is my fill-up at the prana petrol station. Fill-up I have! Practice has intensified and illuminated. After returning to the States I am reunited with my husband and am privileged to celebrate a dear friend’s wedding. I’ll spend the next two weeks sharing stories, shabda, sutra, and sweat with so many eager and wonderful students in the Philadelphia area. Please filler-up, I have plenty of prana to pass around. Then I am back in Farmville creating a yoga community at home, where I hope to stay more in 2013.
I have done some hard work on my mat and in my mind, attempting to always stretch in as much as I stretch out. I started the year budding in the Scottish winter, and now I feel the full bloom in the rain.