Dear City of Lights
I just saw you again and spent a whole weekend with you. I needed a break. Perhaps a look into the past. Knowing it is different now. Today.
Feeling gratitude to be able to come and teach yoga to someone that has supported me since the beginning. Introducing yoga to someone new too. Overall feeling special to having been invited “to come on over” for doing my work. I love.
Strolling along familiar streets. Feeling fearless about derailing into old habits. Feeling respect for the city that I first moved to with a broken soul from Brooklyn and left with a burned foot from Hveragerði. Feeling excited to go underground and sink into the lost world with marble statues at “my old office” – the Louvre. Remembering the tears I’ve lost on the metro. Longing for the love that happened in Montmartre, protected by the sight of the Sacred Heart. I feel. Oh love, where are you now? Have we lost it all. On the steps. I breathe it all in.
Practicing. Yoga; my love, my therapy, my healing on my mat at a shala. This weekend.
Balancing on one foot is so much easier now than it was 7 years ago. Time has passed.