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There’s something about these I love (and it’s not just their Green philosophy).  Would you wear one?

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The Journey, a poem by David Whyte

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving
you are arriving.

I’m a yoga teacher!

One month in India and I’m an Ashtanga yoga teacher!  Yay for me! 🙂 

It was a wild month (you can check out all the action here), and tonight I leave steamy Delhi and head back to Jo’burg and my mat … I’m so excited to get home.  It’s so amazing to travel and experience other cultures and ways of living, but damn is it good to head home!  I love flying into Jo’burg – that familiarity and the knowledge that all the people I love so much are all going about their business below me.

Here are an assortment of pics from the yoga teacher training, Dharmshala, McLeod Ganj and Delhi:

Jen xx