In just over a week, I will be back in Bali. This time around, I will be serving as an assistant during the School of Sacred Arts month-long 200-hour Yoga Teacher Training in Ubud at The Yoga Barn.
Travel is an ever-present element in my life. Growing up, we moved from one location to another across the United States and abroad. This continued into adulthood as I moved ten times during the twelve years I lived in Chicago and then added more transitions as I moved to Canada. This continuous movement means I am all-too-familiar with my baggage, both literal and figurative, when it comes to material and emotional connections to people, places and things.
It is in those moments of packing up for a move to a new location that you take stock of what has transpired to get you to this point. In the process of whittling down what will go into your bag, you determine “needs” versus “wants.” You assess your attachments, emotional and physical, to various items and you mourn those people that will be absent from your day-to-day for the time you are apart. At the same time, it is a clarifying act…this act of preparation. It brings into focus those things that are truly important. When you arrive at your destination, the unpacking process brings in a new sense of grounding…of connection to the past and the events and relationships that supported you getting to this precise location.
Travel forces me into the present moment. My senses are heightened and my body tingles in anticipation of what the next adventure will be. There are definitely moments of uncertainty, but those are the moments that teach me the most about my truth. They reveal the “baggage” I carry inside – both good and bad. These moments reveal to me those barriers I’ve overcome and those I still have not yet crossed.
So, I pack my bags…ready for another adventure. Ready to assess and take stock. Ready to create more moments that will contribute to my arrival at the next destination.