I leave tomorrow for 26-days at Kripalu for yoga teacher training.

Fear. Excitement. And everything in between. That’s how I feel now.

But I keep coming back to the one indisputable and thrilling fact: I made this happen. I am going completely of my own volition. I am following my path.

About a week ago, we had a crystal clear day. A day with no humidity. No threat of storms. It was about 80-degrees. A most unusual Iowa summer day. My kids were at day camp, and I was here alone with my work and my Self. And I swear I could see all the way to the ocean — all 1,836 miles. There was no fear. Not even excitement, per se. Just a deep knowledge. A memory that I tapped of how I am. How it is. Of the way. Walking that path is the greatest beauty, the greatest gift we are given.

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