Our days are numbered, now, but are still in the same format – 6am practice, breakfast at 8, seminars in the morning, seminars and practice after lunch, and then meditation after dinner. Beach time whenever we can fit it in, cups of tea on the hour, and sometimes we even shower!
Some more photos for your enjoyment.
We’re in the thick of Level 2 training now, which is reminiscent of Level 1, but with some slightly more challenging postures and without the initial new-group-of-people-uncomfortable-about-touching-each-other awkwardness. In short, it’s a riot.
Last weekend, we lucked out and hitched a ride with the lovely Belle into town for the markets.
It was a phenomenal sunny day, and the energy was beautiful. Families sitting in the grass, lots of wicked food stalls, incredible art, and, in typical Byron fashion, a high incidence of barefootedness. Ah, bliss.
We found some treasures – avocados, pretty dresses, some teeny cymbals that are used to delicately call people back from meditation, a japa mala and some feathers.
We’re in such a routine here, and now that the end is in sight (though I try to look the other way), I’m wondering about my reintegration. Kate has been joking that, because we live in this bubble and spend so much time together, some social normalcies seem to have left us completely. Consider seeing an attractive fellow on the street in town and, rather than making that ever-so-effective brief eye contact as you pass by, you just can not stop staring, and the guy eventually looks away, clearly terrified, and walks quickly the other way. It’s happened.
We’re teaching in town at the studio a few times per week, still in teams of four, though, starting this week, we’re now teaching in teams of two, so we each get 40 minutes. Better! My biggest work is learning to contain my excitement and speak at a slower, more comprehensible pace. I find that remembering to breathe helps a lot.
Much love from us!