Today I got back on the mat for the 2nd time in gasp ... 4 months. As a yoga teacher/student, this is a big laps. I am pregnant and have been very nauseous so I don't feel any (well) self-criticism, but I do feel sad. I've missed my practice. It feels so good to be on my mat again. Three weeks ago, I taught my "last" regular public class in Bend, OR, said good-bye to my beloved, friends, students and yoga community, packed up all our things into storage, got into the subi with Nate, Brendan, and Coco, traveled and camped for 4 days across the country and landed in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. Wisconsin ... We have been here for 2 weeks now. And in 2 weeks, we get back in our car, head back across the country and start our next life chapter in Portland, OR.

For now, I am just trying to find some stable ground. Today, I found it outside with my iPad set up with amongst the trees on my parents-in-law's property in the midwest countryside. I can't tell you how wonderful it feels to be home (amidst all the change) on the mat.  I am grateful.