Everyday is busy as I spend my final few weeks in Botswana – selling things, trying to wrap up work while fitting yoga among drinks with friends. During all of this I am overwhelmed with nostalgia.
This isn’t some greatest hits album though – some of it has been absolute hell: full of politics and pain.
I love this place even more because of those moments. And I don’t want the hard bits to overwhelm some of the greatest experiences of my life.
Lately during Savasana I have cried. It’s the one time where I am totally still. I let my body fall into the mat. And I cry. For the loss of a life, coincidentally, that I am happy to leave.
Basically, I am stressed – the fingernail biting not sleeping thing has got to end soon.
I read this just now (via Radiant Body Yoga) as a meditation during Savasana, and it rang true to the very core of my being:
Consider all the pain and all the pleasure
You have ever experienced,
As waves on a very deep ocean which you are.
From the depths, witness those waves,
Rolling along so bravely, always changing,
Beautiful in their self-sustaining power.
Marvel that once, you identified with
Only the surface of this ocean.
Now embrace waves, depths, undersea mountains,
Out to the farthest shore.