Coming home to Hot Yoga

I left home 22 days ago and I found myself home, here in Florence and Rome.

As for my old home in New Jersey –  I am home now but I am not going back. I am facing forward.

I am tossing out old maps that got me nowhere fast. ‘So what are you doing how? What are your kids doing now?  Why isn’t your son going to college? How is your job?  How is your money? Have you checked on it lately?' These swirling questions spiraled me into dead ends.

I came to Italy with a vague remembering of a young girl who felt at home with no plans, with a backpack, a bit of money, and a desire to see art, 30 years ago. I went searching through all the monuments and museums to find that person I l thought I had left behind; someone carefree and eager for life.

She was with me all along.

Being lost is exactly where I was supposed to be. It feels like home to have found my courage to be lost and found and lost again.

And to speak up.

The route is always clear: just walk where it feels good. I don't need a preplanned route. I am the map and the mapmaker.

Now I turning up the heat; I am asking myself to expand to fit the size of my dreams.

My touchstone has been yoga.  For me, Hot Yoga has always been bigger than my body and my poses; hot yoga symbolizes life in alignment, my ability to move gracefully not despite the heat, but because of it. Heat is risk; heat is expansion in progress; heat is necessary. You can stretch in the heat.

I have kept the heat too low in my life or too many years. How about you? Ready for some hot yoga expansion? Anyone up for a 30 Day Hot Yoga Challenge perhaps? Or to commit to hot yoga three times a week to create The Cumulative Effect? What fire is burning inside of you that hot yoga can help you spark into reality?