Well, it's official. I'm a certified yoga teacher!
The rest of my teacher training was excellent. No doubt for me I chose the best one. The most beautiful guesthouse in Bhagsu; most open and caring teachers... An experience I will always remember and be grateful for. New friends; family... And definitely a transformative experience. I feel relaxed, rejuvenated, and happy :-).
So, what next? I was going to stick around for another month, and enjoy some retreat time up in the mountains, but my little green dream house is not available. I now feel less inclined to just hang around town and feel a deeper call to start venturing further into the Himalayas, and deeper into myself. I'm going to stay around here for a couple more weeks...do a five day yoga intensive; see the Dalai llama; and have a few more lessons with my music teachers. Then around the 12th, I will catch a bus a few hours north up to Manali and surrounding areas. I'm sure it will take me a couple weeks to land my retreat home.., but hopefully by July, I will have my mountain dream home... A sacred time of going inward; deeper into yoga, meditation, nature.
For now, however, I am here... And it's getting a little hot here! The air quality has declined as well. Lots of typical burning, as people just don't know what else to do with garbage. Another reason to head up into the mountains... Fresher air, cooler temps.
I still love it here, however... I'm grateful for all the opportunities I am being given. It's a wonderful life ;-)
Thursday, May 31, 2012
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