I haven’t written for a few days now because, honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing to admit how little I’ve been doing this past week. I remember when I transitioned from my month-long retreat at Purple Valley to practicing with Rolf and Marci in Candolim two years ago; at first I had a serious case of boredom. I would ask people after practice as we sat around recovering at the juice hut, “What are you going to do for the rest of the day?” For most, it would be a strenuous combo of reading, checking email at the nearest internet café, napping on the beach, and for the really industrious, doing a bucket load of laundry.
A few months ago, my friend and colleague Nicky Poole gave me a birthday card with the above image on the cover. The photo was taken by Tim Rosenthal, who has photographed some of the world’s best-known asana practitioners. Visit his site and see these extraordinary images for yourself.
One month ago today, I started teaching morning Mysore classes at Downward Dog Yoga Centre, my home studio for the past five years. I remember walking to the studio that first morning, in the dark, feeling excited, a little nervous, and hopeful—hopeful that this was the first day of a new beginning.