October 2011
I went to my last yoga class today with my favorite teacher. After class, we said good bye and I told her that I come back to San Diego every summer and will hopefully see her again. As those words left my mouth; "come back to San Diego every summer," it reminded me of a popular Chinese children's song about migrational patterns of birds. That's what I was, a bird. Migrating every summer and winter, flowing with the seasons.
I went to my last yoga class today with my favorite teacher. After class, we said good bye and I told her that I come back to San Diego every summer and will hopefully see her again. As those words left my mouth; "come back to San Diego every summer," it reminded me of a popular Chinese children's song about migrational patterns of birds. That's what I was, a bird. Migrating every summer and winter, flowing with the seasons.
Why don't we as humans migrate anymore? Nomads, gypsies, do they know something sacred that we've long forgotten? A way to move and flow with the Earth, with the seasons, so that we are connected with the universe as a whole around us. I have reaped the benefits of the Californian SUN and the Pacific Ocean air and now that the watermelons are no longer in season, it's time for me to migrate to the snowy mountains of Eastern Turkey. But next summer I will be back again, just like sea lions over at La Jolla cove, we always find our way back home.
Yoga with friends
Learning to dance
Antalya
Thanksgiving with Turkish Students
Yoga with friends
Learning to dance
Thanksgiving with Turkish Students
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