Sometimes Healing is Canceling the Plane Ticket Home

24 hours after landing in Mexico for a kundalini yoga retreat, I knew I wasn’t going home right away.

Something inside me was stirring and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

Maybe it was the meditation where I visualized myself crying in my living room at home.

Or maybe it was freedom that others at the retreat seemed to posses.

Or maybe it was the fact that was it snowing where I lived, idk.

But suddenly, it was like I remembered: I have choice.

If you’ve been around here for a while, then you know that I’ve lived most of my life being fairly free to go where I want, when I want.

But in the last year and half I’ve seemed to have forgotten that.

I’ve felt stuck.

Stagnant.

Isolated.

Depressed.

And honestly, not without good reason.

Living through a natural disaster where our town didn’t have drinking water for 50+ days.

Moving 3000 miles away from all my friends and family.

Heartache.

Being new to a town where loss and destruction was suddenly the new norm.

My first “real” winter.

I could go on…

So even though this past week of settling in to yet another new community hasn’t been without its challenges, I’m trusting I made the right move.

I’m leaning into the pull I felt and letting that guide.

Even if I don’t know understand why exactly I’m here… yet.

Already, so many sweet, moments have happened that have reminded me why I love to travel.

Why I love being in the flow.

Why I love saying YES!

And why it’s important to trust my intuition.

When was the last time you made a healing choice, even if that choice wasn’t crystal clear… yet?

PS: I have more travel plans in the works! West Coast, I’m coming for ya! Keep an eye out for upcoming dates!