Opening the heart. This old cell of a chest cavity.
It’s not a breaking or shattering but an invigorating cracking.
Breathing into the spaces that used to hurt, ache with heaviness & unwanted space.
Sipping more air, expanding with breath, sighing, sinking, digging deeper.
Opening doorways. Creating more spaces.
Cracking open with purpose, intention.
Making space for new, fresh growth.
It’s a speckled kind of warmth, this growing process.
Like sunshined flowers beaming from my pores.
All of Thailand’s mysterious nooks, succulent foods, and unwaveringly wide smiles, come alive in this walkable and loveable city.
Colorful homes and arches
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Four hot and sunny days in Krabi. Each perfectly balanced between action and relaxation, consisting of little more than…
1. Bending and twisting, stretching and balancing each morning for 90 minutes or more. As my fellow yogis know, these juicy moments are, hands down, the best way to begin the day.
2. Relaxing on the beach, hammock and underwater camera in tow, always ensuring fantastic beachy fun.
3. Hunting down the coconut man, who had the biggest and most succulent coconuts we’ve had yet.
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a lyric poem typically of elaborate or irregular metrical form
and expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion.
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Saturday April 5, 2014
Long Beach, Koh Lanta, Thailand
I am walking along the beach, waves kiss my toes. I soak in the humid breeze, my nostrils devouring the thick scent of life. It rained today. The waves were tempestuous to the untrained eye, savage. But the sea, she matched my mood. Powerfully restless. Moving quickly, gracefully, yet some think she is erratic or dangerous. Do I?
I trust her.
The sea and I, we are one, sharing similar restlessness and depth, anticipation and power, fear and freedom. I let her lap me up in her white-tipped arms and welcome me home.
Our newest journey of journeys began last Thursday with a bit of a rough start: excessive amounts of time in buses, packing and unpacking bags, exorbitant prices for motorbike flat tires, all led to exhaustion and a bit of crankiness. But it all led up to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, lots of shore-line yoga, and playing in the clear ocean waters.
Continue reading “On The Road Again”