Thirties

We have one month left in Australia. A month and a half ago we were drenched in cold and wet winter days in our stay at the Arapiles. The climbs were fun and challenging but the weather has sent us chasing the sun. We skipped out on our plans of our long term stay at the Arapiles, rushed our visit in Melbourne, drove past Sydney, 2500 kms later, we rung my fav. TT buddy Gina's wooden door after some colourful eclectic steps on top of a hill in Byron Bay. Byron bay, where the weather is always perfect, the air smells of sandalwood, and the people bled organic, yoga, and surf. The perfect place to celebrate my birthday.
Gabz gifted me a Nikon AW1 waterproof, chocolate cake, and a relaxing day at the beach.
At the start of my thirties, prior months of listening to my spirit's heartache, I had vowed to completely go vegan.

One way ticket

I've refused for a year to write any other entries about what has been happening. But as passion persists, when the spirit of the arts begins tugging at the heart, the natural in me will write.

Saturn retrograded last year, all year. It demanded honest change and promised what was meant to be will stay. As for everything else, well it was a hard lesson to learn. But what came out of it, let's say the Universe is a divine trickster that has jokes on one side to disappoint and on the other unexplainable magic that leaves me breathless. Just over a year ago, I knew two things; I was lost yet I had nothing to lose. 

I am a yoga teacher. I've been wanting to travel. I can teach around the world. I had light in my eyes, questions in my spirit, and a heart that needed to be healed. I was lost but desperately knew where I was and what I was doing was no longer serving me.

These were my gifts and my tools. I was invited to teach in Jakarta. So I booked a ticket to Indonesia. First stop was Bali.

Keep in mind, I am now laying in bed in South Australia with the man I never thought existed,  listening to his breath, reflecting on all the countries we've visited, and seeing the shimmer of the pink sapphire he gifted for my hand, and looking forward to living beautifully everyday of our lives together just like we have been 391 days ago.

I am exactly where I am suppose to be.

Ithaca

As you set out on the way to Ithaca
hope that the road is a long one,
filled with adventures, filled with understanding.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
Poseidon in his anger: do not fear them,
you’ll never come across them on your way
as long as your mind stays aloft, and a choice
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
savage Poseidon; you’ll not encounter them
unless you carry them within your soul,
unless your soul sets them up before you.
 
Hope that the road is a long one.
Many may the summer mornings be
when—with what pleasure, with what joy—
you first put in to harbors new to your eyes;
may you stop at Phoenician trading posts
and there acquire fine goods:
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and heady perfumes of every kind:
as many heady perfumes as you can.
To many Egyptian cities may you go
so you may learn, and go on learning, from their sages.
 
Always keep Ithaca in your mind;
to reach her is your destiny.
But do not rush your journey in the least.
Better that it last for many years;
that you drop anchor at the island an old man,
rich with all you’ve gotten on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
 
Ithaca gave to you the beautiful journey;
without her you’d not have set upon the road.
But she has nothing left to give you any more.
 
And if you find her poor, Ithaca did not deceive you.
As wise as you’ll have become, with so much experience,
you’ll have understood, by then, what these Ithacas mean