Waves of homesickness crashed over me the first night in the high cliffs of Jamaica. Surrounded by women gathered to hone their skills of yoga for recovery of disordered eating, I felt out of place. I missed and yearned for the spiritual connection of my Anusara kula.
It was late and lots of cranky pants personalities blended into the warm breeze dusting our skin. An unsettled feeling permeated the air as we had all just made our way through a bustling airport, hour and a half ride along a motion-sickness-inducing road and hungry, we found our way to delicious Jamaican fare before our orientation.
In meditation, we were asked to intend a question. At that moment, all I could think of was how in the world was I going to appreciate and receive the teachings this week? So, I made that my question…….we took our question into meditation. My answers were stiff and structured after the first of 4 meditations: (more…)