Making Soup

Now that I'm nessled back into my apartment, I thought what better way celebrate being home than to make some vegetable white bean soup. Everything feels a bit bazar here, like re-entering somebody elses life. Yet for this moment, I couldn't be happier to be home after my first nibble of what India is. And now that I've had a taste I want more. I want to know India in so many ways, but mainly and always by heart. What I took from the experience of my travels is that my happiness and sense of fufillment isn't a little thing that can be left for two weeks on the shelf. No, happiness is something to engage moment after moment and there's no limit to how much of it I deserve. What ever lid I held over the pot of my happiness has been lifted, and now all that I keep as my main responsability is to remember that I am free and the world is my canvas. Tomorrow I teach my first class back in San Francisco at the Laughing Lotus and I look forward to taking the teacher's seat after my time away from it. Always, I am humbled to teach Yoga, the practice that has threaded seeker's on the path towards the direct knowledge and experience of their True Selves.
Namaste!