This morning I got up early and went out to do yoga on one of the enormous rocks that make up the beach in Riomaggiore. It was beautiful, amazing. Just me, the rocks and sound of the waves.
That's when it hit me. I didn't want to leave. I wanted more yoga mornings alone on the beach. More time to explore the area. More evenings walks by the water with my husband and child. More.
Then I pulled out of this swirl of thought and back into my yoga. That's the thing about practicing yoga. It is all about experiencing the moment and letting go of past and future.
Allan Watts, reknown Taoist scholar says that it is the person who lives for the future who is truly lost. The past is gone, but at least it once existed. The present is ours. It is all we really have. There is nothing in the future but what could be. While there can be great hope for the future, it is not real. To count on it is to chase shadows.
As I sat there in lotus, I pulled myself back from worrying about whether it is a mistake to go back to France instead of remaining in this place I love so much. Pulled myself back from wishing we had come here earlier so we could have had more time.
The sea spread out all around me and aside from the waves and early morning sun burning the previous night's fog, all was quiet and airy.
So I am thankful that we are lucky enough to have had our days in this place, for my two hours of the most perfect yoga ever. Thankful that we have found a place to which we want to return, maybe for a while, maybe forever. Who knows? It doesn't really matter anyway. That is for the future and wasn't this trip always supposed to be about traveling the world one day at a time?
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