Day 3 | #yoga3growth | #Tadasana
I had at least twenty-minutes of solitude this morning. I woke up around 6:30 and headed to the beach-She was calling me home. After combing the beach for a bit I settled in a secluded spot away from the boardwalk. A large cargo ship sailed by and I wondered about the people on board. Who they were, if they loved what they did and if it was hard being away from their families for days at a time.
When I brought my attention back to the beach I could see the silouhettes of several fishing lines and the busy movement of tourist shuffling though the sand around me.
“They look like ants”.
I began feeling restless. It felt as though my alone time was invaded and I was a bit down on myself for not waking up earlier. The beach has always been a place where I could ground myself, the gorgeous weather brings flocks of people to her shores. Deep down, I know this shift in my mood doesn’t have anything to do with them.
Restless. That’s how I feel.
I am being uprooted again. I know that ‘Home‘ is wherever you make it, but I can’t deny feeling like a nomad within this city at times.
“If you’re going to struggle, at least do it in a new state.”
“Why are you so afraid to leave Savannah?”
“Am I afraid to leave or do I actually love this place and my beliefs are being intertwined with those who hate it? “
I’m hoping over the next few weeks I’ll have my answers.
Home is within me.
Where I am, I am home.
So why is it that my heart feels unsettled?
Why is it that i feel I’m searching for a place that I can not name, but I can physically feel an energetic pull towards it. Is it here or is it out there?
My heart, is my compass.
I pray that this fog of uncertainty we’re in will lift soon and take us ‘home’.