My heart is so full. The first month of teacher training is almost over. Undoubtedly, the lessons of these past few weeks will be ones that last a lifetime.

They aren't kidding when they say intensive training! I have never been so physically and mentally drained. There is truly nothing like being ripped out of your comfort zone, 10,000 miles away from home. In the middle of the jungle where there is nothing familiar or comfortable for miles. Most of the initial fear of geckos and bugs cohabiting my bed has faded. {although, still not okay with the spiders!} The fear of being alone in a completely new place with miminal connection to the rest of the world, has also slowly faded.
Now replaced with a greater sense of self. An overwhelming sense of gratitude for this life. And a whole new perspective on the world.

What a gift it has been. This process has been amazing and challenging and transformational. Completely immersed in the practice. Diving headfirst into yoga, pranayama, and meditation. In possibly the most beautiful place I've ever stepped foot in.

But, this past month hasn't been all palm trees and fun yoga pants. The thing about yoga {real, transformative yoga} is that it's not always pretty. It's not always fun. As beautiful as it is here, this month has been challenging and at times painful. Real, deep yoga and meditation, peels away layers that maybe you didn't even know existed. Exposing yourself completely to a new view of the world in which you become clear on what is and what is not authentic to you. Becoming more perceptive and intensely sensitive. Discovering this authentic way of being sometimes flips everything you once knew upside down.

I believe if we have been given a life, then we have the responsibility to live it authentically. Not from the pressures of the outside world or those around us. Not being led by ego or fear. But from our intuitive and authentic Selves. If we only can learn to be still and listen.

Nine months ago something told me I had to come here. I had to explore what I loved, no matter what it took. I honestly didn't know why/where/what I was going to do, but I knew it would be inauthentic of me not to listen. I now realize that doing something authentic isn't always easy.
It can be a scary, and often unpopular, decision.
But I can't imagine where I would be if I didn't listen.

We all deserve a beautiful life. And as far as I'm concerned, a beautiful life isn't always easy. Rather it's truthful, courageous, messy, challenging, hilarious, fulfilling, and above all ; authentic.


X,

Molly