I have been travelling to my parents' home for over 20 years now and there was one moment when driving to Virginia from Boston in my 20s when I realized that this ritual would always be in my life. I could remember sitting in the driver's seat at the Maryland House rest stop and experiencing a stamp on my adulthood creating a somatic reality of living on my own. It was a snapshot in time that one never forgets.
So, I left my tiny one-bedroom apartment this morning with my bags packed for half a day of work, followed by a trip to the airport, then I was reminded by the mess that I was leaving that I wished to create more of a physical home in my apartment. The mental list spoke out: altar needs refreshing, bathroom needs painting, and kitchen needs using.
The longing in my heart is only a reminder that home is where your heart is. Yoga has taught me many lessons and this is one of them. It's easy to get caught up in building the physical home but the past year has taught me that taking good care of oneself, truly loving your Life for what it is, accepting your body as it is, and being grateful for your gifts are part of being home where your heart is.
Warmest wishes to all for a joyous holiday season and continually expansive new year!
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