Home Again, Home Again.

I've landed back home in Fairbanks. Settling back into a life that is is more complex and interpersonal than just yoga and yoga and yoga from 6:30 in the morning until 9 at night. But it was an amazing month; I'm only just really realizing how deep and far the reverberations of it go in my soul.    I've come back more at home in myself, with a renewed connection to the divinity of the universe, and incidentally with a new career.  I'll begin teaching yoga at Heart Stream (a local studio) soon.  They are opening a second studio-space in a month or two, and I'm likely going to be teaching a couple classes a week once that happens.  I'm so excited!!  I have tons of other yoga and wellness and energy healing ideas and goals bouncing around in my head.  I'm sure you'll all see their development over the coming months and years.  This blog will stay primarily a place of art and living in place and homesteading, but as yoga continues to permeate ever more deeply into the way I think and the way I walk in this world, you can expect that it will leak into this space too. 

Last night I went to sleep to the sound of rain on a tin roof, to the smell of rain through an open window and I woke to the same.  We are moving into late summer, with foreshadowings of fall here in the Interior.  Its odd, coming home to late summer after leaving as summer was just beginning.  Its not like I didn't experience summer, the Berkshires saw 95 and 100 degree weather while I was there, but I didn't have the glorious almost manic growthful flourishing that is June in Fairbanks.  And now July is nearly more than halfway through and I feel like I'm getting my feet replanted on the ground.  Standing out on the upstairs porch, protected from the rain but in it, I looked out over the little plot of land that is carved out of the boreal forest, and I saw not only the future and potential productivity of its homesteading but also the sweet beauty of it just as it it, overgrown with fireweed.  And I fell in love with our land all over again.  This life on this land is a journey to be savored.