A Million Miles Away

 Woke at 6 am in Seoul- sleeping in for me.

Just adjusted to tome difference and I'm off tomorrow to Nepal- multiple time zones away.

Spent most of yesterday getting THIS blog up from my hostel in Seoul.  Writing stories and all- yeah that's nice, but honestly feeling quite disconnected.

It was pleasant to get some responses and emails this morning, made me lighten up a bit on the discomfort with the dramatization of the trip, but honestly...I feel so far from my center.

The TRUTH is that I am only about 7000 miles away from home, yet feeling a million miles away from my-self.

It served a purpose, but a week of running around, gathering stuff (where stuff = anything that can be gathered...experiences, photos, passport stamps, etc) left me dizzy and grasping for something solid.

One of my first intuitive reflections was how I feel teaching yoga, to the extent of my capacity: present, non-judgemental, detached, centered, still, focused, calm, LOVING...all the yummies.  Both preparations for this trip and subsequently the premier week of this trip has been anything but.

So far I've felt rushed, greedy (for experience), hoarding, stressed.  There have been alot of demands put.  Well I'm only in Kyoto once, I really SHOULD see the temples, well I've only got 48 hours left in Korea, I really SHOULD do this, eat that, write this...get it?

Too many shoulds.

I am done.

HAH, that's funny, I think I can just DECIDE to be done.  GOOD LUCK.

Well, the way it works, for me anyways, is the intention is set, the conception is created, the practice, teh application is slow and requires a constant remembering.  A week of having an objective, a goal, a plan, demands, STUFF was a cold slap in the face:

WAKE UP MAN: what do you want? 

Back to center, back to calm, back to Sadhana: my practice, of remembering to remember to let go.

Back to sadhana.