Breath in. Hold. Breath out. Breath in. Hold. Breath out. All I can hear is the waves from the near by beach. There is a gentle breeze. It’s the top of my hotel.
It’s a completely different experience than the sterile yoga studios of Hong Kong or Seoul. The mat is a towel. The sounds are coming from the yoga instructor chanting. There is no pumped in sounds of water and wind since I’m surrounded by the beach and the sounds of the trees swaying. The breeze feels so good since the day will be so hot.
After the 30 minutes of breathing we go into the different poses. I’m not that good but try my best. I chant and move and twist and turn. I am not as flexible but I’m calm. It’s making me dizzy since the movements are so quick. I just lay down and breath. I hear the chants, the ocean and the trees.
I’m at peace.
A tribute to all those who knowingly,unknowingly or aimlessly created a change in me.
Walking through the dark paths of our hidden world...
It's not always us....There are things we need to look onto sometimes !
It's been a long battled tug of war with my shriveled inmost soul.
New city and a new phase in life. Looks huge for a little town girl. Hopes, dreams and long chain thoughts.
That moment in time when everything was still.
Maybe this is the moment I was waiting for. True sense of independence, joy of solitude and mindfulness are all in my way.